We walked back to the hotel through the crowded streets. Christi and Amy walking
together about twenty feet ahead. Dodging frozen pedestrians, quietly talking. I
doubt very much if Amy quite realized what just happened. She probably thought
that I had forced Christi to play with those two women. I was content to leave it
that way, even though the truth was far more interesting.

I was considering my next adventure while the barefoot girls continued up ahead.

The two girls and I eventually arrived back at the hotel. I watched the beauties
as they climbed the fire stairs ahead of me. I quieted the chatter from the bound
girls as we entered the room. We had been gone a long time, and Liz's head had
fallen forward onto her chest, quietly sleeping in her chair. Her wrists and
ankles stopping her from falling out of it.

Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned Christi and Amy to sit on the couch and
not disturb Liz. I flicked off the TV and VCR which were still playing some
scenes from the bondage flick. As I turned it off, a woman was hanging by her
ankles in a barn. Another woman was approaching, but that scene winked out as I
pressed the stop button on the VCR. I idly wondered how many times Liz had had to
watch the movie before falling asleep.

I walked back to the bedroom where I'd left Jane bound to the bed. I quietly
opened the door and stepped in. Old habit, I caught myself almost knocking on the
door before I entered. I smiled to myself as I lowered my hand. What? I was going
to give her a chance to get decent? A chance to ask me not to come in? That she
was dressing? In the end, I simply walked in. Jane didn't have those kinds of
freedoms any more. She was just my naked slave, currently bound hand and foot to
the bed.

As I entered, and shut the door, I watched her. She was still asleep. I watched
her eyes, moving rapidly beneath their lids. Probably dreaming. A tear formed and
slowly slid down her cheek, her wrists and ankles pulling weakly against the
ropes in her sleep.

I watched her for a few minutes, then moved over to the bed and sat beside her
nude form. I began to gently untie her ankles. I must have woken her, because as
I turned away from her bare feet, to begin to untie her hands, she had her eyes
open watching me. I continued and soon the ropes had been removed from her wrists
and ankles, indents still visible against her pale skin. She held her position
voluntarily. Not quite sure if she would be punished for lowering her hands and
bringing her legs together. I could see in her eyes, that she really wanted to
collapse herself from the spread-eagle position, but she held it. She lay there
quietly, waiting for me to speak.

"Had a nice sleep?" I asked her kindly.

"I guess. Would have been better without the ropes."

"You were dreaming."

"I was?"

"Yeah, you were crying in your sleep. Pulling against the ropes."

"You'd cry and pull against the ropes too if you were in my position."

"What were you dreaming about?"

I could see it in her eyes. A quick darting of the eyes. She was lying as she
said, "I don't recall."

"Jane. You're lying. What were you dreaming about?"

"Please. I can't tell you."

I picked up the crop that was still sitting on the bedside table. Idly smacked it
against my palm. Even that hurt my hand, I couldn't imagine the agony of this
thing hitting bare breasts.

"Oh God. Please."

"Your dream."

"What will you do to me if I don't tell you."

"Jane. You don't want to know this. It would be a lot easier to tell me about
your dream."

"Please."

"Alright. I'll force you to hold this spread eagle position, without the benefit
of ropes, and start to whip your thighs, hard, until you beg me to tell me about
your dream. And God help you if you forget."

"I only remember bits and pieces. I remember that my sister was whipping me. You
forced her to whip me. I think I was tied to a tree. I was so hot and I was so
embarrassed. Begging for you to fuck me. Begging for her to fuck me. Anything to
stop the pain. But you wouldn't let me go. You wouldn't let me come. Nothing.
Please. I can't remember anything else."

"Quite a vivid dream."

"I only wish it will stay a dream. Please don't make me act it out outside of my
dream. Please. Leave my family alone. You can tie me to a tree. Whip me, forever.
Tease me. I don't care. Just please. Not my sister. Please."

She was smart enough to know that this dream may give me ideas. But she didn't
change it. She could have reasonably changed the sister detail and I would never
have known. I reached down between her legs and ran my finger up between the
outer lips. She tensed and gasped softly as my finger traced over her clitoris.
But she didn't move. She was extremely wet. Her face flushed as she realized that
I could tell that her body was betraying her again.

"Janey, I promised not to involve your family anymore. Unless you don't hold up
your end of the bargain. You have been a good girl, mostly, so far. Don't worry
about it. By the way, you don't have to hold that position for me, you know.
Though it does look nice."

Relief. She pulled her reaching hands down to her sides and slowly moved her legs
to a more comfortable position. I could see the effort on her face as she curled
herself up and shifted onto her side to look at me. She'd been forced to hold the
spread-eagled position for a long time. I guess her muscles had cramped a bit or
something.

"Where did you go?"

"Go?"

"I woke up sometime, a few hours ago, I guess. And you weren't around. I tried
calling out, and heard Liz from the living room telling me that you took Christi
and Amy and went out. That you'd be back soon to untie us."

"I see. We went for some fun with lawyers."

Jane looked at me. "Female lawyers, I'll bet. Did they have fun?"

"I don't think so. But I also don't think that they will remember anything about
it."

"You returned them?"

I nodded.

"Good."

"Well, time to get up. Christi and Amy are tired, so I thought that you and I
could go have some fun."

Jane sighed but stretched her body and moved it around to sit on the bed. She
closed her eyes and stood. I showed her the handcuffs.

"Please. No. I swear I won't do anything. I'll be good. I don't need to be bound.
I won't attack you. I ... please ... I've been tied up so long."

"Jane. I won't tighten them. You'll be comfortable enough."

"Oh God. Please no. You don't have to."

I turned the bare girl to face me. Looked into her face.

"Jane. I know I don't have to. I know that you will behave yourself. It isn't
that."

"No?"

"No. I just like to see you, naked and handcuffed."

"Alright. You are going to do as you please anyway. Just not tight. OK? Please?"

"Turn around."

Jane slowly turned her back to me. I watched as she tensed, but held her wrists
behind her back. I didn't quite know why she was resisting this time. But
eventually she obeyed. I slipped the steel bands around her slender wrists and
ratcheted them closed. Not tightly, but securely. I prodded her in the ribs and
got her moving forwards ahead of me. She walked slowly out into the living room.
She had been alone for so long, perhaps she was beginning to feel self-conscious
about her nudity again. After this long I would have expected her to be pretty
used to being nude. But, then again, I've never been in such a position. I really
don't have any idea how these girls would feel being in their position.

We made it out to the living area where the other girls were sitting quietly. Liz
was still asleep in the chair I'd bound her in.

I left Jane standing in the hallway and walked over to Liz. I gently shook her
until she opened her eyes. She balefully looked at me and tried to move. The
bonds held her bare body still and she just groaned. I walked back to Jane and
announced to the other women,

"Jane and I are going out for a while. You'll all be OK?"

Liz spoke up. "Can I please released from this chair. I'm getting sore."

Jane leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Please. I know what it is like to
be tied up in the same position for hours. Your muscles start cramping and
aching. It is so uncomfortable. Her body was meant to move around. Not bound into
the same position for hours. Not being able to shift your weight. Unless you are
purposely punishing her for something ..." Jane gave me a quick peck on the
cheek, standing on her tiptoes.

I relented. I walked to where Liz was sitting and checked behind her chair. Her
hands were still cuffed behind her, though I had run a rope holding her wrists
down to the bottom of the chair.

I turned to Christi and Amy, sitting quietly on the couch.

"How about if I let you two release her?"

"But our hands." Christi moved her hands to the side, still handcuffed behind her
back to show me the problem.

"Yeah, so it will be a challenge. It will give you something to do, while were
gone. I'll let you untie Liz, if you can. Fair enough?" Between the two of them,
they ought to be able to get her free of the chair. Even with their hands bound
behind their backs. If not, I guess Liz would be uncomfortable for the next few
hours.

I wandered back to Jane, handed her the pack of bondage equipment into her bound
fingers, and placing my hand on her bare arm, guided her out of the suite, past
Amy's mostly frozen father and into the hallway.