minimize the pain.
'Now you sort of push my elbows together with your forearms while you pull on the cord.' Susan explained helpfully.
It worked. Ilona grasped the technique. When she was finished the two bare elbows were tight together, pinioned painfully.
'You've done better than I thought you would, Mistress.' Susan struggled and twisted. 'I really don't believe I can get free.' She peeped back mischievously. 'What about my ankles?'
'You mean I have to tie them too?'
'If the door opened I could leap out and run. Mistress, you have to watch slavegirls, we're tricky.'
'Oh alright. If you say so. But there's not much cord.'
'You'll find handcuffs in my bag, Mistress. Use them, it will save you bother.'
Handcuffs! Ilona's heart leaped. Pictures of handcuffed maidens ran through her mind. She had always wondered why arrested girls were so routinely robbed of their hands when put in the police car. She had guessed at motives. . ! Now she held the bright chrome circlets in her hands.
'They're not meant for ankles, Mistress, but they will go round, just the first or second notch, or maybe tighter while I'm sitting. When I stand the tendons swell.'
So many things to know! Ilona clasped hard and managed two clicks. The shining metal was lovely over the sheen of nylon. Susan was now completely helpless. Susan belonged to her. She owned Susan, and there was nothing Susan could do about it anymore. Her breasts were heaving.
'Do you wish to gag me, Mistress? It's considered wise.'
'I don't want to. But, should I?'
'You should. There's two in my bag, a rubber ball affair and a band with a rubber phallus. Don't be shocked.'
Ilona chose the phallus, it seemed more practical and less obscene than the ball.
By virtue of Susan's uncomplaining cooperation she inserted the beastly prong and strapped it tight. Susan winked slyly and relapsed into the corner of the seat. She had become an exquisite platinum package, totally enslaved.
The woman who had been Miss Ilona Paisley of Paisley Publications started the motor and drove up into daylight.
'This is your room, dear. Ooops, I forgot!' Ilona tugged at straps and took the wet phallus from Susan's mouth. 'I had to unlock the handcuffs so's you could walk.
Shouldn't I untie your arms'?'
Susan wet her lips with an impudent tongue. 'I'm not supposed to have anything to say about that, Mistress.' She explained demurely. 'But while you're showing me around I ought to be helpless.'
'But your elbows. . ! They must hurt. . '?'
'They hurt terribly. I have to put up with it. Mistress, remember, I'm a slave.'
'But I don't want to be unkind?' Ilona felt herself slipping. 'Oh well, I'm sure you know?'
The girl with hurting elbows looked around with bright interest. Ilona had the feeling she was looking for something, something seemingly not there. 'It's a really lovely room.' Susan breathed gratefully. 'Are you going to keep me here sometimes?'
'When, it's your's.' Paisley publishing sensed hidden depths. 'I'm a great believer in a good night's rest.'
'Yes, of course?' The lovely young features were still seeking. 'Mistress, could I see your room, your bedroom? That would be fun.'
It was the same thing again. Ilona felt like the curator of a museum whose visitor finds the dinosaur skeleton less than expected. 'You've got a lovely home, Miss Paisley.' Susan ventured uncertainly, 'But what about the evening. . the night?'
She turned limpid but enquiring eyes upon her uneasy companion. 'I mean, am I a nine to five girl? Slaves are supposed to stay slaves all night, y'know'
'Oh dear, you mean there aren't any??'
Susan laughed. 'That's right, there's nothing. Not a chain, a ring, a post, a bit of rope, no whip hanging on the wall as a reminder?'
It was Ilona who blushed. 'I never even thought? Oh, Susan you must think me so? so?. Well, anyway we can fix things whatever way you want. Just tell me. Oh, and please, don't call me Miss Paisley.'
'Poor Mistress!' Eyes dancing, Susan planted a kiss on hungry lips. 'I'm afraid there'l be a list. Let me be bossy that long, then stop me cold. You're going to have to punish me unmercifully, I've been running around loose far too long. I do respond to punishment, y'know. I become a sweetly submissive small girl Who's a little frightened and wouldn't say boo?'
'You're sweet now, sweet to put up with my fumbling.' Ilona kissed back and patted a captive cheek. 'What's the worst deficiency so far?'
'A ringbolt in the floor beside your bed is sort of de rigueur, Mistress. If you're displeased with me or want to sleep alone you lock my collar to it and I sleep on the floor. If you want me in bed with you there should be a shackle somewhere for my ankle, or maybe one wrist. I must never be completely free but, in bed, it's nicer for you if most of me is.'
Paisley Publications was busy with pencil and paper. 'O.K., Susan, what next?'
'Mistress, we're lesbians. Talking about it doesn't bother me, but how do you want me to put a name on what I do for you as your slave? Do I 'service you' or do I 'eat you'?' The tied girl giggled. 'I always think of it as 'nibbling'. I'm terribly good at it.'
'Susan, you can see I'm blushing. Call it anything that pleases you. We'll just let it happen. Now, about that collar?'
'Oh yes, it's locked on me always. I have one with my things, or you can buy me whatever you like. There's shops y'know, they have the loveliest stuff?' Susan paused and wrinkled her brow. Her tone was flatly decisive. 'Mistress, I do think you should take me to that room?'
Ilona Paisley was trembling, a seething welter of desires. Desperately, she longed to thrust her Publishing House over the horizon of consciousness. It was an intruder between herself and this glowing radiance. She longed to acquit herself well as a Mistress to so willing a slave. She wanted Susan's respect but had not yet earned it.
She wished to enfold this sensual delicacy in hungry arms but was defeated by the girl's bound elbows and wrists, she was too much a novice to believe in the making of physical love when one partner was tightly bound. Most of all she wanted her 'Room'
to find favour. She was proud of her room, and threw open its door with a flourish.
Susan took a slow but starry eyed survey of the compartment equipped to give her pain. Her breathing quickened as she took quick inventory of the things for which Ilona had paid so much in cash and courage. Then, in a gesture of contrition, she sank to her knees before her new Mistress and buried her face in the folds of Ilona's dress. 'It's wonderful, you've thought of everything.' Her voice was husky with a threat of tears. 'And I've been so bitchy and critical and? and snooty.'
'You've been sweet, you're always sweet, and I still need help.' Ilona grinned shyly.
'The next thing is you can help me whip you.'
Susan sparkled, she was a girl-child ecstatic with a promise. 'Oh, may I, I do so want to. I'll only tell you things this first time. After this you mustn't let me say a word.'
They became two girls having fun in a shared experience. Both were breathless.
Ilona asked questions rather than waiting to be told: 'Susan, had I best untie you now?'
'Yes, I have to strip. When we do this next time I'll already be naked and you'l have to fasten my feet, or control me some way when you free my hands. That's a first rule: I just must never be without restraint.'
Susan's elbows were cruelly lovely as the Mistress peeled the thin cord from the redly indented skin. 'You poor darling!' Ilona was shocked. 'This must have hurt?!'
'It sure did. You must remember my elbows, Mistress, they're one of the punishments. I'd sooner be whipped than have my elbows tied all day.'
The slender wrists were better. As she unbound them Ilona found no wounds.
They had been well tied. She felt proud, but she still sought knowledge: 'If you'd been alone long enough
