The Visitor

By amwbound
Anne decided she had to flee the City. She needed time to unwind. Her personal life
was in turmoil and a little benign neglect of priorities, personalities and
responsibilities was necessary. She had never learned to deal with personal issues in
an organized manner that released the pressure a little at a time. At work where she
was charged with planning and completing complicated projects with a myriad of
details she was on top of everything to the point of obsession, but personal stuff
almost always reached critical mass before she dealt with it. Her relationship with
Dorothy was in shambles. She didn't know if she should hook up with Wendy and
there were few other options since she tended to keep to herself. Even her cat was
pissed off, more so now that she was languishing in the kitty motel so that Anne could
recreate. Yes, it was time for a break.
She chose Maine for her getaway spot. A family friend owned a cottage on the beach
in southern Maine and had previously offered to rent it to Anne. She asked and found
she could rent it at off-season rates for the two weeks prior to the start of the real
rental season, which started the last week in June. That was perfect for her work
schedule and on the Friday of the first full weekend in June she loaded the Porsche
and headed out.
It was really not that far from where she lived, but it was a universe away in terms of
lifestyle and surroundings. She left the Turnpike and wound her way through the main
and side roads searching for the road that led to the beach. She had been there before
and had a vague recollection of the place to turn. She found it and made her way
along the narrow lane to the end. The temperature was at least ten degrees lower near
the beach than it was up on the main road and the on shore breeze carried the briny air
and the roar of the surf. It was so refreshing!
The cottage was simple, a shingled two-story three-season house with a wrap around
porch. She found the key on the nail under the porch railing and let herself in. It was
as rustic on the inside as out. The downstairs was sort of finished with pine siding on
the walls and an eclectic grouping of hand-me-down furniture in the large living
room. There was no TV or phone, just an old-fashioned radio for a connection to the
outside world. The kitchen was outfitted with '50s appliances and there was a tiny
bath with shower. The upstairs where the bedrooms were was even more rustic with
open studded walls and no ceiling. As promised, the gas and water had been turned
on. Roughing it was one thing, but no hot water was something else entirely
She unloaded the car and trucked it all upstairs. She picked the bedroom that faced the
ocean and threw up the window sash. The cool wind flooded the room, moving the
mustiness out ahead of it. Anne could feel the dampness of the sea in the breeze. She
put the clothes away in the dresser and the closet. She had brought a minimal amount
of clothes with her. Just the basic essentials of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, sweats,
underwear and socks. She had her running stuff and was happily anticipating solitary
runs along the beach.

Anne opened all the windows upstairs to allow the rooms to air and did the same
downstairs. On the way in, she had stopped at the supermarket on the main road and
bought the foodstuff she needed, again just the essentials. She would probably eat out
more than cook so there was not much to put away.
Once she had settled in, she headed for the beach. It was a sunny warm day off the
beach. On the beach it was still sunny but the sea breeze cooled everything off to a
comfortable 70-ish temperature. She slipped off her sneakers and walked in the surf.
The water was surprisingly warm for this time of year. Usually your ankles would
turn blue minutes after entering the water, but this was almost comfortable. She
walked north along the beach. The cottage abutted an estuarine research center that
owned hundreds of acres of uplands and the beach in front of the property. The beach
stretched for almost a mile with no houses and few people on it, ending at a river
outlet that flowed easterly to the sea. To the south from the house there was another
mile of beachfront, but cottages and homes of all sizes and prices bordered this stretch
of the shore. At the end of this beach, another small stream emptied into the ocean.
Behind the beach was a small harbor bordered by a Town beach. All in all, it was a
very nice place to get away to; particularly off-season, and Anne could feel her spirits
beginning to lift.
She returned to the cottage and ate a light supper of crackers and cheese washed down
with some wine. She was probably the only person to lose weight on vacation. For
some reason, mainly because she avoided sit-down meals in restaurants, she generally
returned to real life in better shape than when she left.
Anne had brought more books than clothing and picked up one of them. She settled
into a comfortable chair with her wine glass nearby and began to read. It was midJune and the days were at their longest. Even at 9:00 o'clock the sky held lingering
light from the day. It wasn't long before the sound of the surf and the lovely sea sir
caused Anne's head to bob as she nodded off. Finally, the book fell to the floor and
she was ready for sleep. She made her way upstairs, tugged off her clothes and fell on
the bed. She snuggled into her sleeping bag and was soon fast asleep.
The next two days were copies of the first day. Anne ran on the beach, body surfed in
the still warm water and ate sparingly. She took long walks in the reserve and on the
beach. The days passed quickly and she ended them with a book and some wine.

On Monday, the weather changed and a coastal storm blew in. The surf picked up and
the wind-driven rain pelted the cottage. It was cool and Anne had to wear jeans and a
sweatshirt to be comfortable. There was a wall heater in the cottage, but she didn't
turn it on.
One of the things Anne wanted to try while she was here was self-bondage. She was
no stranger to bondage administered by other people. It seemed that all her
relationships revolved around her being tied up by her mate. She sometimes felt used
and taken advantage of, but she still loved being tied up, so why not learn to do it
herself?

She had read all she could about self-bondage on the 'net and had a theoretical
knowledge of it, but had never tried it. She had packed a bag with lots of rope and
gags and such and she was determined to try and master it. She wanted to get good
enough at it so that she could immobilize herself when the mood struck without
having to rely on others and deal with the baggage that sometimes came with it. In no
way was she giving up letting others tie her. She loved the interaction between binder
and bindee and when it was going right it was very, very good! But a little selfreliance was not a bad thing. She had read all the horror stories of people injuring or
killing themselves doing self bondage. Anne was concerned about the dangers and she
wanted to avoid risky behavior that might be dangerous. At home as she did her
research, on the drive up here and on her walks on the beach, she was working out the
details of how to do it safely.
This rainy day was the perfect time to get started.
She didn't want to have anything to do with handcuffs. They were too unforgiving. If
she couldn't get out of those she'd be in big trouble. She'd always preferred rope
anyway.
She wanted to use cable ties as a cinch for her roped wrists. She had read that they
were very secure, if a little bit difficult to remove. She felt that a little practice would
take care of that and had brought several packages of ties of various lengths, including
24 and 36-inch ties to practice with and to ultimately use to tie herself.
She decided to start with her hands in front. That seemed more manageable and she
could get out more easily if something went wrong with her methods. She wrapped
her wrists with rope and maneuvered the tie in place. It was difficult to work the tie at
first but she persevered and figured how to do it. She pulled the tie tight with her teeth
at first and was pleased to see that it made for a secure tie. Of course, tying her hands
behind her back, which was her ultimate goal, eliminated the pulling with teeth
method so she worked at pulling the end with her fingers. It was a little more difficult,
but doable.
More importantly, she worked on ways to untie her wrists. She didn't want to use a
knife for obvious reasons. She had read that scissors worked well, so she bought
several pairs of different sizes. She found that a short stubby type worked best, at least
with her hands in the front. She also tried a large toenail clipper that worked fairly
well. She had to nip at the tie several times, but eventually it let go. After about an
hour of practice with her hands in front, she graduated to hands behind her back. Anne
was nervous at first and found that it was a lot more difficult. When she finally
managed to get the tie in place and pull on it, she purposely left it loose the first few
times. Eventually she finally got the nerve to pull it tight and found that the resulting
tie was as good as if someone else had tied it with rope. She had a moment of panic,
as she couldn't quite get the scissors to work at first. Again she worked at it and
discovered the way she had to come at it to cut it. She tied her wrists several more
times and felt herself grow excited at the possibility of binding herself in a way that
she could not get out of easily.
She always liked to be tied with a lot of rope. Tying her legs would be no problem.
She practiced with a harness around her breasts and worked out several ways to do

that. The last barrier to total bondage was tying her elbows. She was very flexible and
could touch her elbows behind her back without any rope involved. She absolutely
loved the look and feel of being tied with them together. How to do it to herself was
the obvious problem. She finally worked out a way to loop a rope around her elbows
several times and then flip the rope up between her elbows and over her shoulder. She
could then tie it off around her waist and her elbows were secure. It wasn't like a true
cinch with the rope run through her armpits and behind her neck as she liked it, but it
worked.
She took the next step and did her elbows and wrists at the same time. She was
nervous and excited as she worked the ropes and ties. She got it all done and studied
her image in the faded mirror in her room. She liked what she saw and it also felt very
secure which was more important to her.
It was fairly late when she stopped practicing. The rain had let up a bit, but according
to the forecast she heard on the radio it was a two-day storm. That meant that
tomorrow would be a stay-in day and she knew exactly how she would spend it.
She was up early the next day. The storm was still on, but had it let up. She was full of
nervous energy and decided that a run would be good. She ran to the public beach and
back, just reaching the cottage as the rain began to fall heavily again. A quick shower
and a bit of food and she was ready to do her first full-scale self-bondage attempt.
She decided to wear her green one-piece bathing suit. Somehow, doing this nude
didn't feel right! The suit was cut high on her hips and was strapless and she looked
good in it, not that anyone (she hoped) would see her in it today! She slipped into it
and felt chilly, but knew she would soon be struggling and sweating. She sat on the
bed and began with her ankles, tying and cinching them followed by ropes applied
above and below her knees. She arranged a harness around her chest above and below
her breasts, connecting the two horizontal ropes with a vertical tie between her
breasts. So far so good! She hesitated for a moment and then looped a rope around her
waist and pulled it between her legs. She stood and tightened it and adjusted the rope
so that it would be in the right spot to provide some stimulation. She was very
nervous now as, still standing, she worked the ropes around her elbows and pulled it
tight. She was almost done when she realized that she hadn't gagged herself. She
undid her elbows swearing out loud as she did so. She had to hop over to the closet
and retrieve the bag. She really liked packing in her mouth, but she wasn't going to
risk choking on it. She chose the large sponge ball gag and wedged it into her mouth.
She pulled the strap through the buckle and secured it in the last hole.
The gag was done and now she returned to her elbows. She was finding that each time
she tied her elbows it went faster and seemed tighter.
She was at the point of no return now. She picked up the wrist rope and wrapped it
around both wrists. She left the end loose because it would be caught under the tie.
When she first started, she would flip the rope up and between her wrists a couple of
times like a cinch, but she found that rope cinch interfered with the cable tie cinch, so
she stopped doing that. She bent and picked up a cable tie and slid it between her
wrists. She stopped for a moment to gather herself and maybe to decide if she should
do this at all. She caught a look at her gagged armless image in the mirror and the

decision was made. She slid the end of the tie into the clamp end and pulled. It took
several pulls, but finally it was snugged down tight around the wrist wraps and she
was tied up!
She had placed several pair of scissors in strategic locations around the room and she
glanced around to make sure they were still there. Gradually, it dawned on her that
she was in an isolated house, alone, with no realistic possibility of any help in getting
out of her bonds.
The rain pounded on the roof and the wind rattled the shutters. In the dimly lit room,
Anne was entering a world of her own, a world in which she was being held against
her will and in which she was in danger. The thought thrilled and scared her and she
moaned and pulled on her bonds. They were unyielding which made her pull harder.
Soon she was thrashing around on the bed and moaning trying to force herself out of
the ropes. She screamed for help and begged for someone to come and struggled
harder and harder. Her exertions carried her to the edge of the bed and she tumbled
hard to the floor. The fall surprised her and scared her and the helpless feeling of
falling and the shock of it helped cause the first orgasm.
She was out of control now, rolling around and screaming nonsense through the gag.
The ropes held although she tried everything she could to get free. She was soaked
with sweat, smudged and dirty from squirming around the floor. She was panting and
finally stopped writhing to rest. She rocked herself into a sitting position and leaned
back against the wall, breathing hard through her nose, her chest rising and falling
violently. She collected her wits and came back to reality a bit. She panicked for a
moment when she couldn't see her scissors, but caught site of them just under the bed,
apparently knocked there by her exertions. She felt better knowing where they were.
She sat there for several minutes savoring the tightness of her bounds and feeling just
a little smug about being able to pull it off so successfully.
She was nagged only slightly by doubts about being able to get out and she
suppressed those so as not to spoil the moment. The clock on the dresser indicated
that she had been at this for about an hour. She was filled with a desire to never be
untied. Those thoughts got her to testing her bonds again and within minutes she was
fighting her bonds with an intensity she had never brought to bear before. She moaned
and grunted into the gag and thumped around on the old wooden floor until a second
orgasm rippled through her and she collapsed in a sweaty heap still tightly tied. Now
she was sore and near exhaustion. She dragged herself over to the scissors and with
dread maneuvered them to cut the tie. To her surprise and joy, she snapped the plastic
on the first try and she began the slow process of untying herself. She was sore and
tired when she finally removed the last piece of rope. She rose to her knees and used
the bed for support to rise. The image in the old mirror was of a tired disheveled
captive finally freed. Her hair was matted and her swimsuit was dirty and displaced.
Rope marks were visible everywhere. The gag strap had cut into her cheeks leaving a
double line on both cheeks that she hoped would fade quickly!
Anne was as happy as she had ever been in a bondage situation. She had put herself
into inescapable bondage and achieved sexual satisfaction. Then she had managed to
get herself out of it without a problem. The possibilities for this new talent seemed
endless. Anne smiled at her image, ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it,

slipped out of the suit and went to the shower, happy and fulfilled and already
planning her next adventure.

The next day was sparkling clear and warm as only New England can be after a
storm. The afterglow of her self-bondage adventure clung to Anne and she floated
through the day, relaxed and happy. She was a little sore and had pulled a muscle in
her back, but the rope marks had faded and she was ready to try it again.
After supper, she decided to take a walk on the beach. She thought it would be fun to
try it with her hands tied, so she waited until dusk when the light began to fade. She
knew that not many people were here in the other houses and that the reserve was
closed. The possibility of being seen was remote, but the slim possibility made it all
the more attractive to Anne. The evening was going to be cool, so Anne wore her
jeans, rolling up the cuffs, her flip-flops and a sweatshirt. She would have preferred
some way to be able to hide her hands in case someone came along, but couldn't think
of a plausible method.
She was going to do it anyway! She put on her ball cap and pulled it low over her
eyes. Then she tied and cinched her wrists behind. She let herself out onto the porch
and stood for a while to see if anyone was nearby. Hearing and seeing no one, she
stepped off the porch, her heart pounding. She walked the short path to the beach and
set out to the north, constantly looking for movement or shapes that could be people.
She hadn't brought anything along to cut her self out so once she got going she was
into it no matter what! At first she hurried along, not enjoying the novelty of walking
in public while bound. Her senses were attuned to flight and she was jumpy. But,
finally, after ten minutes or so of walking Anne slowed her pace and began to enjoy
herself. She still was vigilant and watched for people, but the reality of walking bound
began to sink in. As it got darker she got bolder and reversed her direction. Soon she
was passing in front of the houses south of her cottage. Not many had lights on which
helped to give her confidence. She walked in the surf, the cuffs of her jeans wet from
the waves.
Suddenly a dog barked and Anne spun around to see an approaching person leading a
dog on a leash. There was no place to run or hide so Anne turned her back to the sea
and watched nervously as the person approached. She stood in the surf with her legs
spread and, of course, her hands behind her, in what she hoped was a casual, nonsuspicious manner. She was also trying to pull her hands free, but the rope was too
tight. The approaching person turned out to be an elderly woman who had a
dachshund on a leash.
The woman spoke to Anne, greeting her. The woman stated that Anne must be the
person staying in the McDonough cottage and Anne acknowledged that it was true.
Oh God, Anne thought, I hope she doesn't want to shake hands!
A few more comments passed between them and the woman continued down the
beach without realizing that Anne had her hands bound behind her. Anne stood in
place until her nerves calmed and then headed quickly for the cottage, enervated by
the near exposure of her bondage. She made it back unobserved and cut the wrist tie.

She needed a beer to calm herself and gulped it down. She had to admit it was
exciting to be out like that and she sat down to think of ways she could do something
similar again.

Anne "practiced" the next few days varying the way she was tied and the length of
time she stayed tied. She liked it, but realized that she was limited in what she could
do. For instance, she couldn't very well spread eagle herself on the bed, which she
loved. She would never get out!
One evening after a marathon session of bondage and riding a wave of bondage lust
and arousal, Anne drove to the market and several other places with the marks of the
ropes clearly visible on her body. She boldly strutted through the store and to a
restaurant for some take-out chowder, without a worry. She was looking for comments
or stares and was disappointed when no one except the waitress seemed to notice and
even she said nothing.
Anne was pretty confident in her abilities to tie herself by the time her first week at
the cottage was drawing to a close. She had spent parts of the past several days and
nights tightly tied by her own hand. She was looking for a little more of a challenge
and decided to try a hogtie using just the cable ties. It should be simple to do and easy
to get out. Anne loved hogties and was confident that she could produce a credible
one.
She decided she would be nude for this one. The thought of the feel of the rough
spread on her breasts and thighs as she struggled on it fueled her excitement. She
gagged herself with the hard rubber ball gag and cabled her ankles together in a
crossed-ankle tie. She managed to flip her self over onto her stomach and snipped off
most of the protruding end of the tie. She hesitated for a few seconds and then
plunged ahead with a blindfold. Before she strapped it in place she located all the
tools and placed them where she could get at them. She was not that confident about
her abilities to escape and she made sure her entire arsenal of scissors and clippers
were with her on the bed. She would have to cool it with the struggling so that she
didn't knock them on the floor! Now moving quickly, she double cable tied her wrists
and worked the end of a long cable tie under the ankle tie and between her wrists. It
took a few tries, but she finally managed to thread the end through the clamp. She
took a deep breath and pulled on the tie drawing her wrists toward her ankles. It was
awkward to do, but she managed to remove most of the slack in the tie. She was
finally hogtied and fairly convincingly so. She knew she would have to move fairly
carefully and contort herself to maneuver her body so that she could pick up one of
the tools and that anxiety acted as a fuel for the very special "I'm tied up and I can't
get out!" feeling that she was looking for. She moved sensuously against the rough
fabric, moaning slightly and sliding into a state of sexual arousal.
She lost track of time as she was swept into her fantasy of being bound and held
against her will. The sound of a car door closing jerked her back to reality. It sounded
as if it were right outside the cottage! Damn it! Did she lock the door?

She heard the door open downstairs. She waited for someone to call out a hello or her
name but heard nothing. Who could that be? Whoever it was shouldn't be here. No
one was coming in to rent the house for another week! No one even knew she was
here!
Terrified, Anne scrambled to find the scissors and in her panic knocked them off the
bed onto the floor making a loud clank on the wooden floor. She swore and scrambled
to find her backup equipment, groping around on the spread as she teetered on her
side. She was finding it difficult to get into a position where she could cut the cable
and her scissors were nowhere near her groping hands. She froze as she heard a creak
that sounded very much like the tread on the stairs.
Her apprehension spiked and she fought to maintain her position braced up off the bed
and on her side. She lost the battle and flipped over onto her back. She was afraid to
move and held her breath in the hope that she was just hearing things. That hope
evaporated when the door to the bedroom swung open on its creaking hinges. She felt
the person's footsteps as he/she approached the bed and she began to call for help and
struggle, figuring that she could say it was a burglar or a prank or something that put
her into this situation. Her visitor said nothing and Anne was near panic and moaned
involuntarily out of fear for her safety.
Still nothing from her visitor! She felt the mattress sag as the visitor sat on the bed.
Anne tried to speak and to get a reaction, but the person was silent as if she (she
hoped it was she) was studying what lay next to her. Anne was in a horrible situation
that was, at least, humiliating for her and quite possibly dangerous. She lost control of
her resolve and began to sob.
A hand touched her thigh and lingered there. Anne jerked at the touch and tried to
move away, shivering in fear. The hand stayed put.
"Ya did this to yourself, didn't ya?" Anne relaxed a bit. At least it was a woman's voice
with a local twang, one that was vaguely familiar to her. She struggled to put a name
with the voice, but couldn't.
"Pretty good job, sweetie!"
Sweetie! Sweetie! Who had called her Sweetie?
"Ya know, I saw the rope marks on ya the otha day, Wensday, I think it was, and
naturally I was intrigued, bein' that I kinda got a thing for tyin' gals up?" Anne was
frantically trying to remember who this person was. She cursed silently at her
foolishness in going out with the marks from the ropes still visible. Where had she
gone? The store on the main road, the gas station, the take-out place! Wait a minute!
The woman working behind the counter in the restaurant had noticed the marks, she
was sure! Anne remembered a pretty girl in her early 20s with blonde hair feathered
with red. She was tall and thin and dressed kind of goth-ish and had a little tattoo on
her shoulder of aoh my Godof a coil of rope. She remembered seeing it and
thinking it was unusual. She had wanted to ask about it, but there were too many
people behind in line. It must be her!

"You was in the Lobsta Den and I waited on ya!" It was her!
A clatter of metal on the floor indicated that her visitor had found the scissors and
stuff and had removed them from Anne's reach. 'Ya won't be needin' them, sweetie."
Anne protested loudly and vainly through her gag as she was flipped back onto her
stomach. The woman pulled on the cable tie connecting her wrists and ankles, zipping
Anne into a tighter hogtie. Anne angrily screamed louder, threatening violence, as the
girl slipped a long cable tie around Anne's elbows and snugged them together. Anne
was astonished at the places the girl continued to attach cable ties. Soon Anne's big
toes, thumbs and little fingers and knees and thighs were tightly bound with ties. A
cable tie under the strap of her blindfold was connected to her ankles and held her
head back and off the bed. When the girl was done, Anne was pretzeled into an
immobile package without any chance of escape
"My name's Maegan, by the way! Ah'm off all this weekend! I think you and I are
gonna have a wickid good time!"

Part Two
Maegan was true to her word. They did have a "wickid good time".
That is, they did after Anne got over Maegan's rude intrusion into her house and life.
Maegan paved the way for this reconciliation by deftly applying Anne's Accu-vibe to
Anne's pubic area. She proved to be quite adept at using this instrument and inducing
pleasure while teasing and withholding orgasm. Anne, still bound, gagged and
blindfolded several hours after Maegan arrived, was reduced to begging and whining
via gag-garbled pleas for release. When she finally was brought to orgasm, Anne
wailed her way through the main and a secondary event before slumping, exhausted,
in her bonds.
Maegan quickly cut all the cable ties and helped Anne to sit up. She fetched a robe
and wrapped Anne in it. Anne for her part was slow to recover from the extended
bondage and teasing and allowed Maegan to do these things for her, when under other
circumstances she would be tearing Maegan a new one.
Anne finally recovered some strength and spunk and focused on Maegan, who was
sprawled in the one chair in the room, leg over the arm, smoking a dark, disgustingly
smelly cigarette.
Anne was getting her first good look at her tormentor. She was indeed the waitress at
the take out place. She looked different than the other night. Now she was decked out
in all black including a short mini, cropped long sleeve jersey, fishnets and knee-high
lace up Docs. Maegan wore a collar of wide black leather and chrome studs and black
heavy rimmed glasses. She had acquired or more likely filled a number of piercings,
including several in each ear and a diamond stud in her right nostril, that weren't
evident the other evening. Her hair had received a fresh wash of pink feathering at the
tips, which hung loosely around her angular face. Dark lipstick and heavy eye shadow
completed the picture. She was a pretty girl underneath the makeup and probably

younger that Anne had thought previously. Anne put her age at maybe 19. She looked
like any number of the kids that hung out in the coffee shops near Anne's apartment in
the city.
"Please put out the cigarette. It's disgusting!"
Maegan sat up in her chair and leaned forward. "Are you gonna make me?"
Anne arranged a cold smile on her face. "If I have to, I will!"
Maegan took a long drag on the smoke and blew a huge cloud of noxious fumes out
into the room, but then crushed the butt on the sole of her boot. For a moment she
looked younger that her age and said, "II don't really like 'em anyway! They taste
like shit!"
Anne was getting warmed up now and demanded of Maegan an explanation of why
she was here and what she thought she was doing. She ended with a question, "Why
shouldn't I call the police and have them charge you with breaking and entering and
kidnapping, sexual assault and a bunch of other things for what you've done here
today?"
Maegan smiled a really nice smile that lit up her face. "Because ya liked it, sweetie!
Or was that somebody else screamin' and humpin' on the bed a few minutes ago?"
Anne blushed a deep scarlet at the obvious truth of that statement. She wouldn't be
sitting here talking with this girl if she was really angry. She would have already
called the police.
"Whwho are you anyway?"
"I told ya! I'm Maegan. Maegan Crowley. I live in Francisport down east a here and
work at the Lobsta Den."
"No! No, I mean who are you really? I don't know what I am saying! Look! You break
in here and tie me up andand masturbate me andI just don't get it! How did you
find me here?"
"Well, this is a real small town. Most everybody knows everybody else's business. Ah
just asked around about the lady in the fancy cah and they said you were stayin' at the
McDonough place. I saw the rope marks the other night and knew ya were into some
kinky shit so I came ovah to check it out. Pretty simple really!"
"Simple! I don't know about that! Don't you think it was pretty presumptuous of you
to barge in here and figure I was alone here and then do this to me? I mean is this how
you behave with every stranger you see in this damn town?"
"Sweetie? I saw it in ya eyes in the stoah! You are a stone sub! You love it! I, on the
other hand just love to dominate submissive gals like you! It don't happen often, but it
surely happened between us!"

Maegan stood as she talked and walked to the bed and sat next to Anne. Anne sat
unmoving staring intently into Maegan's eyes. Maegan softly touched Anne's cheek
and gently kissed Anne on the lips, her tongue flicking lightly over Anne's lips. Anne
was a sucker for that type of kiss and began to reciprocate. The two women continued
to softly explore each other's mouths, their tongues darting and flicking. Maegan's
hands were in constant motion touching Anne's hair and her neck, brushing her
breasts and shoulders. Everything Maegan did was unhurried and gentle and soft and
Anne responded in kind. Their kissing increased in fervor as the sexual tension caused
by the gentle probing and touching increased, but still only their lips touched. Anne
ached to embrace this strange girl, but was mesmerized by her gentle approach. She
was, in the rational part of her brain, entirely sure she shouldn't be doing this. But that
part of her brain was seriously losing ground to the part that craved Maegan's touch.
Both women were now on the bed kneeling and facing each other, leaning forward
and kissing and caressing. Anne's robe had fallen from her shoulders and was pooled
around her on the bed. Maegan remained fully clothed. They still hadn't embraced as
if full contact touching would break the spell.
Finally, in the throes of a passionate kiss, Anne embraced Maegan and fell back on the
bed with her. From there, in a storm of discarded and displaced clothes, they made
love, bringing each other to climax quickly at first and then more languorously.
Afterwards they lay quietly side-by side, not touching, in a kind of strange place.
They were really total strangers. Anne wasn't into quickies and she was disturbed by
the evening's events and her response to them.
They both started to talk at once. Anne said, "Wait! Me first!"
She sat up and arranged herself in a lotus position. Maegan was curled up on the bed
with her head resting on her hand. She wore only her stockings and Anne was
distracted by how delicious she looked.
'OK! You're Maegan Crowley and you like to tie up women, right? You live in the
next town and like to tie up women, right? So you found out who I was and where I
was staying and tied me up, right? And then we slept together, right? And now, what
do we do?"
"Well, I could tie ya up again! Hah! Just kiddin'! You oldah folks are so hung up on
the big pitchah. Didn't ya just enjoy yourself with me?"
Anne reluctantly nodded. Yes
"Well, what else is there? Why does it hafta mean somethin' or lead to somethin'?"
"Well, II just don't do this! You're a complete stranger! You're about half my age,
for cripes sakes! I just don't get it!"
"Man, for an oldah broad you are so dense! There is nothin' to get, sweetie! We are
heah now and we are togethah and that's it! Relax and go with it."

Maegan stretched and rose from the bed. She bent and picked up a coil of rope from
the floor. "Ya want relevance, sweetie? How about this?" She lunged at Anne
knocking her over. Anne shrieked in surprise and struggled to regain her upright
position. Maegan was on her quickly and in seconds had bound Anne's wrists in front
of her. Maegan pulled the protesting Anne's arms over her head until she was arranged
straight on the bed and tied her hands to the headboard. Then she began to tie Anne's
legs to the bedposts. Anne thought she was fit and relatively strong, but she found she
was no match for this skinny little gal. And Maegan seemed to have well-developed
rope skills as she deftly tied Anne's flailing legs to the posts. She slipped a pillow
under Anne's head and straddled Anne with her head buried in Anne's crotch. She
began a slow exploration of Anne's sex with her tongue while wiggling her own sex in
Anne's face. Anne had to squirm around to gain the proper perspective and probably
would have a sore neck for it, but she responded in kind and both women lost
themselves in each other, yet again.
After a particularly intense mutual orgasm, Maegan crawled off Anne and lay beside
her, again leaning her head on her hand.
Anne looked over at this strange girl. "Are you going to untie me?"
"Do ya want me too?"
"Welleventually, yeah!"
"Eventually? That's pretty open ended, isn't it?"
"Oh, Maegan, I you really do it for me, you know? I can't believe this happening! I
meanhow did this happen?"
"There ya go again, sweetie. Just do as I tell ya and enjoy it. Don't over analyze
everything. Ya must be some kind of engineer or computer person!"
"I am an engineer! How did you know?"
"Because of the way you chew over everything and because you're way too serious!"
With that, Maegan began to tickle Anne. Anne thrashed, laughing and crying, as
Maegan touched every sensitive part of her body. Bound to the bed, she was helpless
to stop and almost passed out from the exertion and pleasure/pain of the tickling. She
was covered in sweat and panting when Maegan finally stopped working her over.
Between gasps for air, Anne threatened to get back at Maegan for this and everything
else she had done. Maegan simply laughed and kissed Anne on her lips.
"I think I'll leave you tied up for the night, sweetie. Wouldn't want ya sneakin' up on
me and tryin' something!"
"You can't leave me like this!" Anne cried out angrily.
"Ya know you're right! You are much too loosely tied, sweetie!" Maegan gathered up
some of the coils of rope and began to more fully secure Anne. Anne made a lot of

noise protesting, but to no avail. Soon, with ropes at her knees and elbows and ropes
around her and the bed, Anne felt like part of the mattress. Maegan retrieved the
vibrator from the floor and tied it to Anne's thigh, adjusting the head so that it pressed
into just the right spot. Anne begged her not to do it, but Maegan ignored her and
switched the thing on. She stood back and watched Anne's reaction. A few
adjustments and Anne was moaning and thrusting her hips to the buzzing beat. This
particular vibrator had a variable cycle and rhythm and it was driving Anne crazy.
While Anne was occupied with the sensations in her crotch, Maegan forced a ball gag
into Anne's mouth. The ball had holes in it like a whiffle ball and was quite large. It
wouldn't keep Anne totally quiet, but it was the thought that counted.
"OK, sweetie, we have a big day tomorrah! Try and get some rest!" Maegan laughed a
nasty little chortle and over Anne's plaintive pleas snapped off the light and went into
the second bedroom to sleep. Anne cursed and moaned as the vibrator buzzed on.
Maegan closed the door of her room and fell asleep almost immediately.
Sometime after 2:00 a.m., Maegan got up and went to Anne's room. Anne was snoring
loudly, still bound in the same position. The vibrator had slipped from its original
position and apparently had discharged the batteries because it wasn't running.
Maegan untied Anne with nary a sound from her, even when she pried the ball gag out
of her mouth. Maegan crawled onto the bed and cuddled next to Anne spooning up
against her. Soon both women were asleep.
Anne slept late and awoke alone. She remembered being tied up and didn't recall
being untied, but she had been set free. She smelled coffee brewing and was drawn to
the scent. She was sore and tired, but managed to throw on some sweats and stumble
down stairs. Maegan was out on the porch in Anne's shorts and t-shirt, her bare feet up
on the rail, sipping coffee and watching the surf. In the early morning light with her
face scrubbed clean of the garish makeup, Anne was struck by the sweetness and
beauty of Maegan's angular features. Anne poured herself a cup of coffee and joined
Maegan on the porch. Neither spoke for several minutes and Anne found herself
comfortable with the silence. She had a lot of questions and doubts, but she wisely
kept her mouth shut and went with the moment.
Maegan reached over and took Anne's hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it.
It was such a sweet thing to do; Anne smiled warmly at the girl and squeezed her
hand. The questions could wait. Right now everything was good!
Maegan had some errands to do, but they agreed that she would be back after supper
and they would go out to a club, like a real date. Too soon she was ready to go; they
embraced and kissed on the porch and Maegan drove off in her rattletrap car.
Anne was looking forward to her return!

Part Three - The Club

Maegan showed up that evening in full dominatrix regalia, stiletto knee length boots,
leather bustier over a spandex cat suit, leather gloves. On her lean and spare frame,
her outfit looked sinister and sexy. Her hair was now all black and pulled into a severe

ponytail. She wore heavy mascara and black lipstick. She struck a pose in the
doorway that was one part self-conscious and one part arrogant.
Anne just stared at her.
Maegan finally blushed and flopped down on the sagging couch, saying somewhat
defensively, "What?"
"That's what I say! What! What kind of club are we going to? What are you supposed
to be? What are you thinking?"
Maegan recovered her usual airy and dismissive style. "You ah so negative, Anne! Ya
know what I'm supposed to be and what's more, ya love how I look! Don't cha?"
It was Anne's turn to blush!
"See? Ya can't wait for me ta tie you up! Well I brought somethin' for you ta wear
too!"
Maegan upended the shopping bag she was holding on the couch. Out tumbled boots
and other odd pieces of clothing and accessories. Anne knelt and picked up a pair of
striped tights, purple and black. She glared at Maegan and tossed them aside. She held
up a boot and cast a sidelong glance at the now smiling Maegan. The boot was shiny
black paten leather and had a two-inch platform with chunky four-inch heels. It was
tall and had laces with a side zipper. Anne continued to sort through the pile on the
couch offering no comment other than her disbelieving expression finding a leather
collar, leather wrist bands, a short, short spandex mini skirt a long sleeve purple
velveteen top and miscellaneous chains and accessories.
She sat back on her heels and glared at Maegan. "You expect me to wear this stuff out
in public? I wouldn't even wear it in the house at night with the lights out! Are you out
of your mind?"
Maegan was unfazed. I knew ya would react like that! You are so, so uptight! Just try
it. You'll look so hot!"
"Yeah, I'll be hot alright. I'll be burning up with embarrassment! This stuff is too
young for me! I'll look like an idiot!"
They went back and forth until Anne, actually intrigued by the clothing, finally
relented and agreed to put the stuff on. She gathered up everything and headed
upstairs to change. Maegan settled back on the couch with a beer, a smug look on her
face.
Fifteen minutes later a clumping on the stairs signaled Anne's entrance. She stumbled
a bit as she stepped off the last step and cursed. "These goddamn boots are going to
kill me!"
Maegan stood up and walked over to Anne, circling around her and adjusting this and
that. "You ah spectacular! The girls are gonna love ya!"

In fact she did look good, better than good really. The skirt was tight and low slung
and reached only to mid thigh. A bit of her stomach showed between the top of the
skirt and the top which hung loose at her waist. The scoop neck of the top showed just
the top of her cleavage and was set off by the wide collar around her neck. The
platform boots reached to just below her knees and made her taller and thinner
looking.
"Girls? What girls? Maegan, where are we going?"
"I'll tell ya latah. I got ta fix your face and hair!"
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Fix my face and hair?"
"Yeah, you know. A little makeup and, boy, I don't know what ta do with your hair!"
"You're not doing anything with my hair, Maegan!"
Twenty minutes later Anne was staring at her image in the cracked and scratched wall
mirror in the living room. Maegan had put some gunk into her hair, which had
darkened it and gelled it. She had then combed it into some kind of a ducktail/mullet
style swept back from her forehead and over her ears that had set as hard as a helmet.
That, with the same heavy mascara and black lipstick Maegan had on had transformed
Anne into a goth girl. An aging goth girl to be sure, but she had a definite heavy metal
weirdo look.
Anne was fascinated at the change in her image and felt a tingle of excitement.
Maegan had told her they were going to a lesbian bar in Portland that was kind of a
bondage hangout. Anne had never been into the bar scene and certainly had never
been to a bondage theme place. So she was excited to be getting out into a world that
she knew nothing about. She also was very nervous about the same thing. Anne was a
person that liked routine and familiarity. Stepping outside her zone was causing some
discomfort, but god knows why, she trusted Maegan and wanted to be with her.
The two clumped down the porch stairs just at dusk. They climbed into Maegan's
dilapidated Honda Civic and backed out of the driveway for the drive to Portland.
Anne immediately shut off the pounding metal sound from the add-on CD player,
which earned her a scowl from Maegan, but they rode in silence down the beach road
and towards the turnpike. Neither spoke much during the ride, each occupied with her
own thoughts.
It was dark when the left the interstate at the South Portland exit. Maegan seemed to
know her way around the city. They made there way down streets and alleyways to
what appeared to be an industrial area. Maegan pulled up to a nondescript building
with no signs or windows or obvious occupants. There did appear to be twenty or so
cars parked in and around the building.
"Well, we're heah!"

"We're here? It looks like nowhere to me!" Anne rolled down her window and was
treated to the roar of a jet leaving the airport. After it passed and her hearing settled
down there was nothing but silence.
Maegan shifted sideways in her seat. "Now when we go in theyah, just follow me and
do what I do, OK?"
"What kind of place is this, Maegan? Is it safe?"
"Yeah, it's safe! Did ya think I'd bring you to a dive where we could both get hurt?"
"I don't really know what you'd do! I hardly even know you!" Anne was beginning to
have second thoughts about this excursion. Maegan did nothing to dispel those
concerns as she began to explain.
"OK! See? This is how it works! I gotta cuff ya and gag ya before we go in. Any gal
that is new theyah and comes in without bein' tied up is assumed to be fayah game for
anybody and you don't want that, trust me. You'll be with me as my toy so nobody
will touch ya! See?"
"NO, I DON"T SEE!"
"Jeez! Calm down will ya?"
"Calm down? Calm down? How about if we just forget about this and get out of here?
I can't believe this! You brought me here to put me on a leash and display me?"
"Oh, right! Yeah! I forgot about the leash!"
"That's it! I'm out of here!" Anne began to open the door and climb out. Maegan
grabbed her arm.
"I wouldn't do that? There have been several assaults down here recently. Still haven't
caught the guy! Or gal! It's a pretty dangerous place!"
Anne sank back into her seat, shaking her head. "I must be nuts! Here I am all dressed
up as some adolescent metal head slut with an almost stranger who is dressed like a
dominatrix and she wants to tie me up and take me into a lesbian bar where I might be
assaulted if I am not tied up! Did I get that right?"
'Yeah, pretty much! Ya left out the part about if ya try to leave by yaself you might get
assaulted!"
"Right! Right! I forgot that part!"
They fell silent. Anne stared out the window and Maegan just sat quietly letting Anne
think.
Anne broke the silence. "Look Maegan, you're an attractive kinky little shit that I am
crazy about! I don't know how that happened in the space of a day or so, but it did and

it's true. I just wish you had leveled with me about this. I know you think I am an
uptight control freak and I am, but I do have a little bit of adventure left in me! Just
next time? Clue me in before? OK?" She held out her hands to Maegan. "Behind or in
front?"
Maegan broke into a huge smile and grabbed Anne and kissed her. "You ah the best!
You're gonna knock these queers dead!"
They got out of the car and Maegan cuffed Anne's hands in front of her and stuffed a
big sponge gag into her mouth and buckled it tightly in place. She clipped a leash to
the ring on Anne's collar, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and led her towards the
building. Anne's stomach was up in her throat and her heart was pounding. She fought
the urge to call the whole thing off. This was crazy! She quelled her fears as best she
could, trusting Maegan to have been telling the truth.
They headed for a door in the center of the building. As they neared the door, Anne
could hear the muffled pounding of the beat of some rock song. At the door Maegan
punched in a code on a keypad and the pad blinked green. Maegan gave her a squeeze
on the shoulder and pushed the door open. They were met with a wave of sound
pouring out of the room. Melissa Etheridge, she thought! That fits!
They were in a small entryway that was a coatroom apparently. At the end of the
hallway was a door, open, that apparently led to the main room. Maegan turned to
face her and leaned in close to Anne. "Thanks for doin' this, sweetie! It'll be fun!
You'll love it!"
Anne shrugged her shoulders and let Maegan lead her through the door.
The music was many decibels louder in the room. Their entry was uneventful until
one woman looked over at the new arrivals and poked her friend to get her attention.
Soon all eyes were on Maegan and Anne. Anne felt ridiculous and incredibly turned
on. Maegan led her over to a booth halfway down the side of the room. She helped
Anne into the booth, tied the leash to the coat rack at the end of the settee and
sauntered off to the bar. Anne watched her as she stopped and hugged several women
along the way.
Meanwhile, Anne was attracting attention. The word had spread and most eyes were
on her. The sound in the room was still loud, but consisted of just the music from a
CD player somewhere. It seemed like all talking had stopped! No one approached and
Anne kept her head down and her cuffed hands folded on the table. She tried to take
in the scene around her without making any eye contact with anyone. Maegan was out
of sight and would be of no help if someone should drop in for a visit.
The bar was like any bar she'd ever been in with maybe a bit more class. The walls
were paneled in a dark wood and ceiling was painted black. The lighting was recessed
and dimmed to give an intimate feel to the place. There were booths and tables and a
bar along one wall. In one corner was a raised stage lighted form above with several
spotlights. The stage was empty except for a chair and some other structures Anne
couldn't identify. The place was about half full, maybe 50 people, all women as far as
she could tell. The style of dress ranged from business suits to full weirdo getup like

she was wearing. The ages of the guests ranged from just barely legal to maybe into
the 50ies. Gradually the din of noise increased back to its earlier level as the patrons,
having seen all they could of the newbie, returned to their activities.
Maegan returned; her face was flushed and she was smiling. She set down two beers
and two glasses and then slid into the booth next to Anne. She reached up and undid
the strap holding the gag and pried it out. As she did that, she whispered to Anne,
excitement in her voice. "Everybody loves ya, sweetie! Thay ah all wonderin wayah I
got ya!" Anne noticed Maegan's weird down Maine accent had increased in intensity.
Anne whispered back, "Why are you talking so strangely?" Maegan looked at her
quizzically. "Your down home accent! I can hardly understand you!"
"Oh sorry! You know how it is when similar types get together, our common traits
such as language are exaggerated!" Maegan had said that in perfect mid-western
American without a trace of accent or inflection. Anne was again surprised.
Maegan said, "What? You think I'm just some local yokel without a brain?"
Anne shook her head in surprise at the changes and different behavior she saw every
time she was with her new friend. "Just forget it! So, what did they say about us?"
"Oh, ya know! How sexy you ah! And attractive! How we met. Whetha you were
available for their use! The usual." Anne noticed her regular accent was back. She
vowed again to try and get more information out of Maegan on who she was and what
her background was. Maegan had been remarkably reticent about sharing any
personal information whenever Anne had asked.
"Available? As in rented or something?"
"Ehya!"
"And you said?"
"Ah told 'em you weren't for sale!"
"Well thanks for that!"
"Not yet, anyway!"
Anne tried to search Maegan's expression to see if see was joking or not, but
Maegan's attention and face had been diverted by a commotion in the corner of the
room near the stage. Anne could hear raised voices and screaming above the music.
Several women jumped onto the stage. One was very obviously not there voluntarily!
The other women restrained this woman in their grasps as a hard looking gal in jeans
and work shirt spoke into a wireless mic.

"We got a new gal here tonight! Well, we have two, but the other one's spoken for!"
The woman set her greedy eyes directly on Anne. Anne shivered and leaned into
Maegan. Maegan squeezed Anne's leg and whispered, "See?"
Anne understood Maegan's insistence on cuffing her now. She had no desire to be up
on that stage like the poor woman there now. The woman was obviously terrified. The
mc turned her attention back to this woman.
"So since she came in without a sponsor and on her own. So we are going to
auction her off to the highest bidder! The rules of the place are pretty clear about
unescorted guests and ignorance of the rules is no defense!" She laughed harshly and
nodded at the women holding their twisting prisoner.
These women adjusted their hold on the panicked woman and began to tear her
clothes from her body. She was wearing a skirt and blouse that were reduced to shreds
in seconds. Her undergarments followed and she now stood naked in front of the
howling crowd.
"Maegan! You've got to stop this!" Anne hissed into Maegan's ear.
Maegan, equally disturbed by the treatment afforded this woman whispered back.
"How? I know these dykes. They'll tear us apaht, if we get in the way!"
"Are you just going to sit here then? This is assault at best and who knows where it
will go?" Anne was agitated now. The memories of her treatment by Julia were
always just below the surface of her consciousness. Now they had emerged and she
was determined to rescue this woman.
On stage, the woman's hands had been bound and her arms had been raised up over
her head until she was on tiptoes. The women on stage turned her round and around,
displaying her to the crowd. As they turned her they grabbed and groped at her. The
woman was hysterical which just seemed to fuel the crowd's lust. One of the women
forced a spandex hood over the woman's head and cut off the view of her tortured
expression. They wound tape around the victim's mouth forcing it open and cutting
off intelligible speech. The woman continued to shriek in terror as she was displayed
more and more rudely. Two women grabbed the captive's leg and lifted them off the
stage. Her legs were pulled to the side and the lips of her sex were spread exposing
her to the crowd. The MC couldn't be heard over the shouts of the crowd, but she
continued to egg them on.
Anne and Maegan were appalled and at the same time didn't know what to do. They
were pretty sure if they tried to stop this they would be shouted down at best and
probably end up on stage with the unfortunate woman at worst. They leaned close and
shouted various plans into each other's ears and finally decided the only way out was
to outbid everyone for the woman.
The MC had waved down the noise. The only sound was the captive's plaintive
wailing and pleading. The gang in charge of the captive had bound her ankles and
hoisted her up off the stage. She hung now by her wrists and still continued to
struggle. Anne's nerves were stretched to the breaking point and she was on the verge

of charging the stage to free the woman. The MC explained the rules and the bidding
began. They had agreed that Maegan would bid and go as high as necessary to win.
The bidding started with a flurry of bids and then settled down into a four-person
competition. Eventually it was down to two people and about five hundred dollars.
Just when it seemed that the bidding was over, Maegan entered her bid. All eyes
turned to stare at Maegan and Anne. Maegan was cool and aloof and concentrated her
gaze on the woman on the stage. Anne playing her part, looked at the floor. Maegan
finally out bid her rival and won the woman for seven hundred dollars.
The crowd parted as she made her way up to the stage. She fished around in her
cleavage and brought out a roll of money. She counted out seven bills and handed
them to the mc and then turned to the women holding the captive. She told them to let
her down, untie her ankles and remove the gag and hood. This was done and the
woman stood sobbing quietly. Maegan took the lead of the rope binding her wrist and
led her naked and barefooted off the stage, back through the crowd to the table were
Anne still stood leashed to the coat rack. She fashioned a harness and bound the two
together and led them to the exit. The woman in the crowd smiled and yelled and
patted Maegan on the back as she made her way out. The woman Maegan outbid
congratulated her, even while her eyes coveted the missed opportunity on Maegan's
leash. They passed through the coatroom and out into the night. Anne noticed that the
lot was now full of cars and understood why the place had become so noisy and
crowded. She was amazed that a place like this could exist apparently anywhere.
The woman was silent until they reached Maegan's car. Maegan then untied her hands
and, looking around to make sure they were alone, asked if she were all right.
"Yes, I'm fine! Where are you taking me?" She looked hungrily at Anne.
Anne said, "We'll take you wherever you want to go. We've got some sweats in the car
somewhere for you to wear. Do you have a car here? Do you want to go to a
hospital?"
The woman looked confused. "You meanaren't you going towhat's going on? You
just bought me for the night, aren't you going toyou know, use me?"
Maegan looked at Anne who looked back with the same confused expression.
"Um, we just bid for you so that we could get you out of there?"
"Out of there? What the fuck! You aren't going to tie me up and torture me? You aren't
going to fuck me? God damn it! Who gave you the right to "rescue me"! I don't want
to be fucking rescued! Jesus Christ, you're just a couple of do-gooders!"
Anne and Maegan were dumfounded and stood with open mouths as the woman
snatched the rope from Maegan's hands and spun on her bare feet and marched back
towards the door of the club. "Assholes!" she shouted over her shoulder.
Maegan recovered first and unlocked the car door. "We better get out of here, don't
you think?"

They got in and Maegan spun her tires on the way out of the parking lot. They sped
along the same roads they took getting to the club, Maegan checking the mirror for
anyone following them.
Neither spoke again until they were on the turnpike when Maegan looked over at
Anne and said, "You owe me seven hundred dollars! I'm thinking I will take it out in
trade!"
Both women dissolved into near-hysterical laughter and Anne snuggled over next to
Maegan. They laughed all the way home, but Anne was still working the whole
evening over and over in her mind.

Part Four - The Island

They didn't talk much the rest of the way to the cottage. When they arrived Maegan
washed her face, brushed her teeth and went right to bed.
Anne took a shower, washing her hair several times to get the gunk and smoky smell
out. She scrubbed her face until it was red and glowing and all traces of the garish
makeup were gone.
She slipped on a robe and sat with a beer out on the porch. The night was warm and
clear with a half moon lighting the tops of the breaking waves. The noise and briny
smell of the surf carried to the porch on the onshore breeze.
Anne was always amazed at how close to the surface and raw her feelings were about
her treatment by Julia. It was as if it was never, ever going to go away. Seeing that
woman bound and abused at the club brought it all back. That the woman wanted and
liked the treatment was irrelevant. But was it? Despite all that happened at Julia's
hands, Anne loved being tied up! So did that woman, except she liked something a
little rougher. Was Anne being too sensitive about her treatment by Julia? It was clear
to her that parts of her experiences with Julia were incredible turn-ons! Julia had
certainly fueled Anne's desire for bondage and addressed her curiosity about being
with another woman in a sexual relationship. And now Anne was in a relationship
with a woman, a girl really, who had initially treated her as Julia had by basically
holding her against her will and using her sexually. But when Maegan had taken her
captive, she hadn't freaked or experienced the terror and despair she had felt with Julia
or that she had experienced at the club watching that woman! What was that all
about?
Describing Maegan and her as being in a relationship was a stretch. They had quickly
moved from their initial meeting to co-habitating, at least for the weekend, but hadn't
talked about anything serious or what they may or may not feel for each other. All
they'd done was make love and play bondage games. She loved Maegan's energy and
approach to life, but did she love Maegan? Did it matter? Anne was doing her best to
go with Maegan's philosophy of living in the moment.
A lifetime of conditioning to do otherwise made that difficult, but she was trying.
Yeah, right! Here I sit wondering about what is going on with Maegan and me!
Nothing really ever changes!

Anne finished the beer and locked up. She went up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Maegan was asleep and snoring softly, her head turned to the side on the pillow. Anne
was mesmerized by how strikingly attractive Maegan was. Anne didn't really know
Maegan's age; so closed mouth was Maegan about herself. When she was asleep she
looked about 18 years old. Anne realized she felt great warmth for this mysterious
girl/woman. Anne's eyes filled with tears and she bent to kiss Maegan on the cheek,
but Maegan stirred and moved and the moment passed. Anne shrugged off her robe
and crawled naked into the bed, cuddling close to Maegan. Soon she was asleep and
the questions and anxieties roiling in Anne's mind slipped away.
Anne rose first and made coffee. She was out on the porch drinking her first cup and
enjoying the early morning quiet, when Maegan finally appeared. She was sleepyeyed and nude as she slumped down in a rocking chair next to Anne.
"Aren't you going to get dressed today? What if somebody comes by?"
"OK, Mom! Jeez, you ah really uptight, ya know it?" She took Anne's hand. "That
was somethin' last night, huh? You shoulda seen your face when she said she wanted
ta go back in. Priceless!"
"My face? I thought I would have to help you close your mouth! God, your jaw was
down to your pointy little boots!"
Maegan pushed Anne's hand away. "Whatever! Hey, wanna do somethin' cool taday?"
I mean really cool?"
Anne gave Maegan her serious face. "You mean as cool as the lesbian weirdo bar we
were at last night?"
Maegan made a face. "Up yours, ya uptight old woman! No! This is right up your
alley! I can take ya somewhere where I can tie ya up outside and make love to ya all
day long, right out in the open for the world to see!"
Anne blushed at Maegan's openness at the same time a flicker of desire flared in her
belly. Tied up? All day? Outside? Make love? What's not to like?
"You have said the magic words, you snotty little bitch! Tell me more!" Anne
swiveled in her chair staring intently as Maegan explained her plan.

Later that morning, Anne and Maegan set off down the beach that fronted on the
reserve. Both wore bathing suits under shorts and t-shirts. Both wore sneakers and
carried a pack. Maegan's pack was filled with drinks and munchies. Anne's pack was
loaded with rope and gags and other toys.
This part of the beach was about a mile long and ended at an inlet/outlet of a huge
estuarine bay on the sheltered backside of the beach. Maegan had told Anne that this
outlet had been there forever and a river that rose inland passed through the outlet to
the sea. The tide moved in and out of the breach and the bay behind was a rich

breeding ground for sea life. On the beach on the other side of the opening the dune
rose up sharply and the high point of the sand dune was topped with a copse of mature
trees, which was very unusual. Several years ago and several hundred feet along the
barrier beach from the original opening, a storm had created a second breach making
the section of beach with the trees into an island. On the other side of this second
breach, the barrier beach extended for another mile or so and was largely inaccessible.
So, as Maegan had pointed out, once they were on the island no one else was likely to
come along and interrupt them. As Maegan explained this to Anne during their walk
up the beach, she had stopped and pinned Anne's hands together behind her back,
pulling her close. Anne shivered, her legs weak with desire, as Maegan whispered to
her, "I can do anythin' I want to ya, sweetie, and no oneno one can stop me!"
Maegan headed off up the beach, leaving Anne standing still staring after her, shaken,
but in a good way. In the short time she had known Maegan she had fallen under her
spell. The girl could tie her as well as anyone Anne had yet met and was such an
inventive and passionate lover that Anne could barely keep her hands off Maegan. To
be tied up and alone with her on an island was almost too much for Anne to
contemplate. She shook herself out of that particular daydream and hurried to catch up
with Maegan, grabbing Maegan's hand in hers when she did. Hand-in-hand, the
women headed down the beach.
Maegan had explained that there was a boat on this side of the outlet on the backside
of the beach. If the boat were there, they could be sure no one was on the island. The
boat, a small beat up dinghy, belonged to the reserve, but the locals knew they could
use it if they replaced it and didn't mess with it or the reserve. On a Sunday in June it
was sure to be there and it was.
They loaded themselves on and set about crossing the hundred yards of open water.
The current could be a problem, but they had hit it just as the tide was turning so they
made it across in good time. They dragged the boat up onto the back beach and looked
around. Anne's heart was pounding, although she was trying to look laid back and
calm.
"This is beautiful, Maegan!"
Maegan Agreed. "Yah, there is no uthah place like it around."
"Are you sure we're alone here? What if someone else is on the island?"
"No one's around, sweetie! Now take off your clothes!" Anne whirled and stared at
Maegan.
"What?"
Maegan's was smiling. "I think ya heard me!"
"I'm not going to take off my clothes! There could be someone here or someone could
come oror someone could be watching from over there!" Anne pointed off to the
west and the mainland, which was a part of the reserve. At the same time she knew

she would do it, for herself and for Maegan. That thought thrilled and scared her at the
same time.
Maegan stood on the beach; her hip cocked and a big smile on her face saying
nothing. Anne, after several seconds of hesitation, "Oh, alright! We better not get
caught, though! I'll be really mad!" Anne dropped her shorts and stepped out of them.
As she pulled the t-shirt over her head, she heard Maegan say, "The bathing suit, too!"
Anne stopped, the t-shirt still over her head. "What the hell, Maegan! What if
someone comes?"
Maegan stuck her face up close to Anne's, leering as she did it, "Oh someone's gonna
cum alright!"
Anne blushed bright scarlet and tossed her shirt on the sand. "You are so bad!"
Maegan pulled a piece of rope from one of the bags. "Turn around."
"Are you nuts? You're going to tie me up? Right here?"
"Yup, I am!" Maegan advanced on Anne who began to back away.
"Oh no, you're not! Naked is one thing! But tied up and naked? I don't think so! Uh,
uh!" Anne started to turn and run, but had reacted too slowly and a laughing Maegan
lunged and caught her. Both women thrashed around in the soft sand, laughing. The
wrestling match ended when Maegan finally got Anne's arms twisted behind her and
bound her wrists with the rope.
Maegan sat back as Anne righted herself. Both were covered in sand and Anne was
spitting out a fair amount that had lodged in her mouth. "Jeez, give me some water!"
Maegan helped Anne rinse her mouth and brushed both of them off. "When are ya
gonna learn, sweetie? Ya can't win with me!"
"Oh, you're so tough, Maegan. Maybe some day I'll tie you up, sweetie!"
Maegan laughed, "That'll be the day!" She looped another length of rope around
Anne's elbows, pulling them together. She cinched them and threaded the remaining
rope end under Anne's right arm, behind her neck, under the other arm and back
through the cinch. Maegan pulled the whole thing tight by tying the end tightly to the
point where the rope passed behind Anne's neck. She turned Anne around and kissed
her on the lips, a long slow kiss.
Anne returned her kiss and pulled back smiling. "No, really! Someday I'm going to tie
you up and take advantage of you! I'm pretty good at it!"
Maegan just laughed and arranged a rope around Anne's neck as a leash. "Come on,
sweetie, let's explore, but first let me spray this sun block on ya. Don't want ya burnin'
up on me." She sprayed Anne with the block and spread it around, her hand lingering
here and there.

Anne said, "I thought you didn't have to spread that!"

Maegan laughed, "Ya don't!" She sprayed herself, gathered Anne's clothes and stuffed
them in a pack and then after stowing the packs under the boat, led Anne off down the
back beach toward the side of the outlet channel.
Anne was so excited as Maegan led her along the sand. She thought she would be
scared and self-conscious, but she loved it. Loved being on display, loved being
outside naked, loved being tied and loved being with Maegan! She trailed ten feet
behind Maegan on her rope leash as they made a circuit of the island. They saw no
one and Anne had to admit she was a little disappointed. She had always had that
exhibitionist streak that was so evident when she posed for Dorothy's web site. But
this was so different andreal! She truly felt like a captive and found herself slipping
into a wide-awake dream/fantasy. Sometimes she would stop or pull back like a
reluctant captive might, causing Maegan to pull on the rope and drag her along. It
heightened Anne's feeling of captivity and also annoyed Maegan, which made it all
the more enjoyable.
They circled the island and then climbed the dune to the grove of trees. There was a
breeze there and the view was wonderful. Even though they were only 50 feet or so
above the ocean, they could see quite a distance in all directions, although the trees
and brush actually blocked the view from the landward side for which Anne was
grateful. Her biggest fear was that someone was on the reserve watching Maegan and
her with a scope or binoculars! Maegan tied the leash to a tree and went to retrieve the
packs. Anne tested the leash knot and found that she couldn't reach it or free herself so
she sat and absorbed the view. She has never felt so enervated and relaxed at the same
time in bondage. Maegan was pushing just the right buttons! Anne was looking
forward to whatever Maegan planned for her without fear or reservation.
She didn't have long to wait as Maegan was back in several minutes with all their
stuff.
"Do ya want somethin' to eat or drink before I tie ya up properly?"
Anne asked for some water and Maegan held the bottle to her lips while she drank.
She was too excited to eat anything!
Maegan helped Anne to her feet. She untied Anne's wrists and elbows and retied her
hands in front of her. Anne was silent as Maegan worked, absorbed in her own world.
Maegan backed her against one of the trees and placed a folded towel between Anne's
spine and the tree. She then began to wind rope under Anne's upper chest under her
arms and just below her shoulders, circling the tree. She cinched it off and did the
same with loops around Anne's waist. Maegan tied Anne's elbows close together.
There were some branches overhead and Maegan flipped a rope over one and hoisted
Anne's arms above her head. She had to squeeze Anne's head by the tight elbow rope
and found she couldn't do it. She untied her elbows, raised Anne's arms and retied her
elbows very tightly. When Anne's arms were hoisted they pushed Anne's head forward
a bit. Maegan pulled the hoisting rope stretching Anne slightly and secured it to the
shoulder rope.

She stepped up close to Anne and squeezed her cheeks, "Here's were the fun begins,
sweetie!" She kissed Anne and worked in her tongue into Anne's willing mouth. They
kissed for several minutes. Maegan caressed Anne's breasts and ran her fingers over
the curves of Anne's body.
Anne was already in a place where whatever Maegan did was fine with her. She was
aroused and ready and moaned with eager passion as Maegan touched and kissed her.
Anne had never been a loud or demonstrative person during sex, but Maegan brought
out something in her that had turned her into a vocal and more passionate lover.
Maegan backed away and picked up a long strand of rope. "This may be
uncomfortable at first, sweetie, but ah'll adjust it!" She knelt and tied the rope around
Anne's right ankle after removed her sneaker. She flipped the end of the rope over a
branch on a tree to the front of them and pulled Anne's leg off the sand. Anne stood on
one leg with her right leg extended straight out and to the side. She sucked in a sharp
breath, as she understood exactly what Maegan was going to do. Maegan, with a
mischievous smile playing on her face, tied Anne's left ankle in a similar fashion and
then pulled it out from under her. She stretched this leg out to the side and tied it off to
another branch. Anne sagged a bit in the ropes, her weight supported by the chest and
waist ropes as well as by her hands. Maegan checked all the ropes and asked Anne if
she was feeling any discomfit. Anne was feeling nothing but a raging fire in her belly.
She shook her head, her eyes fixed to Maegan's.
Maegan knelt between Anne's legs and began to kiss and run her tongue along the
inside of Anne's thighs. Anne sighed and pushed her butt out from the tree, presenting
herself to Maegan. Maegan slid her tongue over Anne's outer labia tracing the groove
between the lips. She licked Anne's shaven pubic mound. Anne was wet and she was
whispering more to herself than Maegan, "Please, please, please!"
Maegan slipped her tongue in and sucked gently on Anne's inner labia, her tongue in
gentle and constant motion. Anne's cries became more intense and unintelligible.
Maegan zeroed in on Anne's clitoris, running her tongue gently over it. She used her
fingers to expose it and sucked on it. Anne was squirming and moaning and swinging
her legs in her bonds. Maegan cupped Anne's buttocks and concentrated on Anne's
clit, driving Anne closer and closer to the edge. She ran a finger over Anne's anus
pressing on it as she continued her attention to Anne's clit. Anne stiffened and tried to
squeeze her legs together. And she screamed, oh how she screamed, as Maegan
brought her to an orgasm. Maegan knew Anne had a sensitive clitoris and she
continued her attentions to it, but in a more gentle way. Anne climaxed again,
grunting and panting her way through it and then came a third time. She began to beg
Maegan to stop, sobbing hysterically. But Maegan didn't stop just yet. She worked a
finger into Anne's anus and continued to suck on Anne's clit until Anne shuddered in
response, wailing loudly. She began to curse Maegan, trying to force her to stop with
profanity and insult.
Maegan was tired and did stop after this fourth orgasm. Anne's eyes were closed and
she hung loosely in her bonds, sweaty and weak. Maegan stood and stretched her
back. She moved close to Anne and lifted her head and kissed her deeply. Anne
couldn't yet speak intelligently. Maegan teased her with her lips licking at them. Anne
would open her mouth and wait for the kiss and Maegan would dart her tongue away.

On the third feint with her tongue, Maegan inserted a ball gag into Anne's mouth and
bending her head forward pulled the strap tight. Anne squawked at this change in
mood and snapped back a little from her reverie.
Maegan released Anne's legs from their spread position and lowered them to the
ground. Anne sighed in relief, but Maegan didn't give her much of it. She forced Anne
to bend first one then the other leg at the knee. Maegan dragged Anne's legs up behind
her and tied her crossed ankles on the backside of the tree, thrusting her pelvis
forward. Maegan pulled Anne's legs further up behind her with a connector rope to a
branch higher up on the tree.
Now Anne was uncomfortable! She was in a hanging hogtie and the change in
position was very noticeable. Maegan responded by wrapping more rope around Anne
above and below her breasts and around her thighs, pinning her more tightly to the
tree. That did bring some relief, but Anne was absolutely limited in her ability to
move. Maegan walked around to the front of the tree and pressed her hand into Anne's
crotch. Anne, totally spent, pleaded with her not to stimulate her further. Maegan
smiled her enigmatic smile and stepped away to rummage in the pack.
She emerged with a vibrator, which she waved in front of Anne. Anne pleaded with
her not to use it, but Maegan ignored her gagged entreaties as she tied it to Anne's
thigh. Anne shifted and squirmed trying to dislodge the thing, but to avail. She cursed
and screamed at Maegan to leave her alone. Maegan went about her business of
adjusting the vibrator to hit just the right spot.
She picked up a long piece of rope and began wrapping it around Anne's upper arms
and the tree. Several wraps pinned Anne's head to the tree and served as an effective
blindfold.
She switched on the vibrator. Anne jerked at the stimulation. Maegan adjusted the
head gauging Anne's reaction to the position until she had it where it would do the
most good. Anne began to moan and twitch and Maegan smiled.
She sat down with her back to a tree and watched her friend work through another
quickie orgasm. Excited by the sight of the bound and tormented woman, Maegan
began to touch herself and quickly came, stimulated by her view of Anne.
Eventually, after a quick power nap (and what a treat to wake up and see Anne on that
tree), Maegan began to untie Anne. Anne was not very responsive and sort of hung
there as the ropes came off. When she was totally free, Maegan helped her to lie down
on a towel. Anne's body was crisscrossed with angry red welts from the ropes.
Maegan lay beside her and took her in her arms as Anne dropped off to sleep. Anne
napped for 20 minutes or so then woke, angry with Maegan.
At first she wouldn't talk, then she raged at her about her treatment and then, finally
settling down, she allowed as to how that was the most erotic bondage she had ever
experienced. Maegan wisely stayed silent throughout Anne's rant. Anne finally
relented and hugged Maegan tightly.
"You are so special! A little weird, but special! I really care for you, Maegan!"

Maegan didn't respond at first. The she said, "I have never met anyone like you,
Anne! It's just thatwell, ah'm goin' away tomorrah for the rest of the summah! I
wont be able to see ya for weeks and thenmaybe you'll have someone else! I didn't
want to get close to ya, but I couldn't help it!"
"Where are you going, Maegan?"
"To Europe. With my family. I won't be back until school stahts in the fall!" Maegan
looked miserable.
Anne hugged her again. "That's okay, Maegan. I'll be here!"
Maegan was sniffling a bit and looked at Anne with a slight bit of hope. "You will?"
"Of course! Well, not here actually. In the city!"
"I'm goin' to school in the city! At the university! I have an apartment off campus!"
Anne broke into a huge smile. "Really? Really Maegan? That's so wonderful!" They
hugged again.
"I'll be waiting for you when you get back. Please, please write me or e-mail me while
your gone?"
"And Maegan? When you get back? I'm going to pay you back for this day, big time! I
can tie too!"
Maegan just smiled her little smile.
The END