She stood looking at the wall for a moment, unsure of which whip to use.

Finally she smiled and took the cat-o-nine-tails off the wall. It's

longs strands of woven leather swung lazily as she tested it's grip.

Satisfied she walked over to the bench and looked down at her bound

victim. He was admiring her she posed with her hand on her hip, the whip

twitching slightly. Her latex catsuit left nothing to the imagination

and already she could see his pathetic little cock begin to stir. The

light danced over her perfect curves as she slowly walked around his

body, his eyes following her every move. The high boots she was wearing

had 6" heels, making her hips gyrate with every step. Suddenly she

lashed out with the whip, the strands snaking over his bare flesh with a

loud crack. She saw him scream into the gag, his eyes bulging and his

face turning red. She bent down, enjoying the power she had over him. He

was stretched over a hobble horse, his naked hips and stomach exposed to

her every whim. His hands and feet were bound behind his back and

several straps kept his arms and legs bound to the horse. His cock

didn't appreciate the whip and it was shrinking quickly. She straddled

him and looked down into his face. She slowly and deliberately rubbed

her breasts with her black, gloved hands. Her nipples were straining

against the tight latex and she played and teased them, licking her lips

suggestively. His cock was coming alive again and she slowly lowered her

abdomen until it was hovering inches over the hard, throbbing flesh.

Teasing him her hips made large lazy circles just out of his reach. She

jumped up and stepped onto his chest. The bastard didn't deserve her,

not after what he'd done. She liked teasing him however, just to show

him what he'd be missing. He was a rotten boss and a even worse person.

"Would you like some?" she said in her most seductive voice, indicating

her pussy by rubbing it shamelessly. He nodded eagerly and moaned

through the gag. She stepped off her chest, gratified by the marks her

sharp heels were leaving. She placed her gloved hand on his cock,

feeling his hard exited manhood quiver. She slowly bent over, making

sure he caught full sight of her latex covered breasts. Slowly she bent

over till her head was only inches from his face. She purred over him,

her hot body hovering ever so close to his skin. "Well" she said in a

voice that just about dripped sexuality "You can't have any you FUCK!"

Sharon stood still for a moment and listened. All she could hear was the

rustling of the wind and the chirping of birds in the trees. She was by

no means a woodsman, but she felt pretty confident that she was not

being followed. That meant he was probably already waiting for her.

Looking at her watch she saw that she had been walking for almost half

an hour. She had another hour left to complete her tasks and she had no

idea how much further she still had to go. She had been climbing a steep

hill and was sweating buckets. The tight collar of the tracksuit was

bothering her and she decided to unzip the top, there was nobody around

that would be able to see the suit. She shifted the weight of the

backpack she was carrying and continued up the mountain. The backpack

contained the devices and instructions she had received the previous

week. It had stated that she was to rise early on Saturday morning and

dress for a hike. She was then to pack the devices in a backpack and

also to include food and water. The instructions included a map with a

spot marked with an X. The X turned out to be next to a road in the

middle of a large nature reserve. The instructions had stated that she

should arrive no later than half past six in the morning. Arriving at

the spot she had found a small enclave where she could hide her car.

After hiding the car she had followed a foot-path down to a river where

the next set of instructions had been taped to the under-side of a small

bridge. The new set of instructions had ordered her to cross the bridge,

follow the trail and then look for a cliff face. She'd located the

cliffs easily and had started walking up the steep hill towards them.

The route was taking her away from the path and any other signs of

civilization. Blazing her own trail through rough terrain she slowly

made her way up the mountain.

It took her another twenty minutes before she reached the cliff. Turning

around she saw that she was now well above the road and a beautiful

valley was sprawled out in front of her. All she could see of

civilization was the distant road as it wound it's way down the valley.

Sharon found that the sweating had again made here slippery and

uncomfortable. She sat down on a rock and looked around. She was in an

isolated part of the reserve and it was unlikely she would be

discovered. She looked down at her chest and the metal suit. It was the

first time she had ever been "naked" outside of her house. She was

amazed that she was both horrified and aroused by the thought of being

discovered. Suddenly she realized that the suit must be shining like a

mirror for all to see. Quickly she zipped the tracksuit shut. Blushing

deeply at the thought of somebody seeing the reflection she got up and

looked around. She could not see a tree with a ribbon around it so she

followed the base of the cliff. After a few minutes she found the tree

and another set of instructions.

Taking the backpack off her shoulder she placed it on the ground and

zipped it open. She first took out a bottle of water and drank deeply.

Sitting down on a nearby rock she read the instructions. First she had

to search for a black hook attached to the tree. After a brief search

she discovered the hook hanging from a high branch in the tree. She was

supposed to attach a red ring to the hook in the tree. She opened the

back-pack and removed a large black box. On one end was a bright red

ring while on the other there was a blue hook. At her house Sharon had

discovered that the blue hook was attached to a thin metal cable that

pulled into the box. She could pull the blue hook out but as soon as she

let go it drew back into the box. With a resigned sigh Sharon started

climbing the tree. The weight of the box and her tired muscles did not

make it easy and she battled to reach the hook in the tree. After a long

struggle she managed to hook the red ring onto the tree and start down

again. The instructions had told her to pull the blue hook down with her

and she was soon on the ground again, blue hook in hand. She wrapped the

hook around a branch to prevent it from pulling up again and read

further. Next she was to take off all her clothes. Sharon did not at all

like the sound of that, but she knew that she had no choice. Looking up

she realized that she was still visible from the road. The only

salvation was that the large tree threw ample shadow and that she would

no longer shine like a mirror. Standing behind the trunk of the tree her

shaking hands got to work on the tracksuit. She could not resist the

urge to cover herself with her hands and she stood behind the tree

watching the road. Sharon knew she was being irrational but she still

felt naked and exposed. Careful not to come out from behind the tree she

removed her shoes and socks. She finally plucked up the courage to

remove her pants as well. Standing behind the tree she realized that

she' left the instructions on a rock on the other side of the tree.

Cursing she crouched down and crept to the rock. Retrieving the backpack

and instructions she was soon seated behind the tree. With her legs

drawn up tight against her body she waited for her heartbeat to settle

down. It was amazing how aware she suddenly was of the suit. For months

she'd been wearing the garment, getting so used to it that she forgot of

it's existence. And yet, sitting outside in the cool air it fit about as

well as a new shoe. She could feel every seam, every bump in it's

surface. She briefly rubbed the hard dome - was the dildo suddenly

feeling larger? She leaned her head back and rested for a moment before

continuing with her tasks.

Her next instruction was to put on a harness. She retrieved the jumble

of straps and inspected it. The harness was made of black material that

looked and felt like the safety belts you find in cars. Reading the

instructions she started to put the harness on. First she had to find

two straps that were joined by two metal clasps, a small one in front

and a larger on at the back. There were several clasps and straps in the

jumble of the harness but after a while she located the right ones. As

soon as she lay the two short straps over her shoulders she understood

how the harness worked. She did it up, referring to the instructions to

make sure she was doing it right. The harness had three belts circling

her body and a strap over each shoulder. There was a belt just below her

armpits, another just under her breasts and a broad one around her

waist. Each belt had a metal clasp at the front and another at the back.

Short sections of strap ran vertically from each clasp to the next.

Together these short sections formed a long belt that ran from between

her shoulder blades, down her spine, between her legs, over her stomach

up to her cleavage. Two straps ran from her hip bones, down her rump to

between her legs where they crossed over and continued up her stomach to

the opposite hip. She twisted and turned her body, making sure

everything was in place comfortably. Looking down at herself she thought

how ironic it was that she was wearing not one, but two bondage

garments. Sitting down she read further. Now she had to retrieve the

blue hook and hook it onto the clasp between her shoulder blades.

Looking around she realized that she would again have to expose herself

to get to the hook. Rushing to the branch she grabbed the hook and

brought it back with her. Once safe behind the tree she struggled to

reach behind her and get to the clasp over her shoulder blades. After a

while she managed to hook it in place and it clicked home. She was now

tethered to the tree and she felt a chill run down her spine. Although

she could remove the hook and harness she suspected that pretty soon

she'd be helpless. Next she had to fix two leather cuffs around her

ankles. They were fixed to each other and would allow no movement at

all. Testing the cuffs she found them tight but comfortable. The

instructions told her to eat and drink as much as she could. She

finished the sandwiches she had brought and drank a lot of water. She

finished reading the instructions and sighed. The next part was easy but

worrying. Taking a leather harness from the backpack she placed it over

her head. It was a complicated blindfold and gag combination similar to

the one she'd been wearing each night. It had a standard leather

blindfold that covered the eyes with two large eye patches and fastened

at the base of the skull. A triangular rubber gag completely filled her

mouth with two grooves for her teeth to bite into. Everything attached

to a broad collar around her neck. It slid over easily and fit quite

comfortably. Sitting in the dark Sharon felt very lonely and vulnerable.

She almost took the blindfold off again, but in the end she calmed down.

Finally she was calm enough to do the last step. She had to grope around

a bit to find the cuffs that would bind her hands. They were made from

the same material as the suit but had a soft inner lining. They were the

only part of her ensemble she could not unlock. They were connected to

each other by a thick black box. She suspected the box housed the

mechanism that would unlock the cuffs when the time was right. A short

metal tube pointed out from the box in a T shape and it had a strange

point at the end. She fastened the shackles to a clasp in the small of

her back by pressing the strange point into a hole in the clasp. They

stuck out from the harness and she could imagine them looking like a

bow-tie sitting in the small of her back. Sighing she paused before she

placed her wrists in the cuffs. The moment those cuffs snapped shut she

would be unable to free herself again. She would need her tormentor to

free her, or she would die. She sighed and placed her wrists in the

cuffs. She backed up until she felt the rough bark of the tree against

her shoulders. Backing up against the tree she pushed the first cuff

closed. With a soft, morbid click it closed. She paused for several

moments and then pressed again. A shiver ran up her spine as she heard

the second click.

Sharon was becoming seriously worried. The last instruction was for her

to be ready and waiting by 8 am. She had forgotten to check her watch

before she bound herself, but by her reckoning there could not have been

more than a half an hour left until that time. That meant that he should

have been there ages ago. At first she had just sat there, waiting.

After a while she became bored and she kept herself busy by testing the

restraints. She was truly and thoroughly bound, with not the slightest

hope of escape. After a while she had even calmed down enough to start

fantasizing. She daydeamt of being rescued by a big handsome ranger.

Finding her bound and gagged in the middle of nowhere he would drag her

off to his cabin where he would make love to her until she could stand

it no more. Or maybe he would decide not to free her immediately, but

keep her tethered to the tree, all the while fucking her brains out.

Realizing that she was just torturing herself she decided to think about

something else. But her body would not be put of so easily. Her backside

was aching from the long sit and she rolled over onto her side. She

could feel the wet slickness of her pussy, and the foreign object

within. Lying on her side she tried to ignore the sensation but the

movement had made her aware of the steady pull of the wire attached to

her back. It got her going again and she groaned in frustration. Finally

she had managed to doze for a bit. She woke with a start and tried to

sit up. For a moment she panicked in confusion and then the memory of

the morning came flooding back.

Relaxing she tried to roll onto her back but the huge clasps and wire

made that uncomfortable. With difficulty she managed to sit up and lean

against the tree. She was now certain that he was late, it would be well

into the afternoon by now. She listened intently for any sound of him,

but all that she could hear was the slight breeze rustling the leaves in

the tree. She was just about to doze off again when a loud beeping sound

frightened the shit out of her. It sounded like an electronic watch

alarm. She hardly had time to think when it stopped and a whirring sound

took it's place. The next moment something was slowly pulling her

backwards. In a blind panic she tried to get away, but it was futile.

She was ever so slowly being dragged across the ground! She struggled

with all her might but it was no use. After a moment she remembered

where she was and she realized that the cable was being reeled in. For a

moment she calmed down and then she realized she would be dragged into

full view of the road. The thought was so horrifying she fell into

another panic and she again tried to get away. She could feel herself

being dragged around the trunk of the tree, the rough bark scarping

against her skin. She kicked and screamed, but the gag made her sound

like a little kitten mewing in the dark. She tried to roll away, but

like a fish on a hook she could just move sideways. At last she realized

that she must now be in full view of the road. She struggled until she

was so tired she could just lie there. Sobbing she could do nothing but

be dragged along.

At long last she could feel by the angle of the pull that she was now

right under the hook. Slowly she was being hoisted upwards and she could

hear the pitch of the electric motor change as it took the strain. It

felt like hours went by as she slowly rose inch by inch. She managed to

get her feet under her and stood up. Realizing that there was nothing

she could do to resist she just waited for the machine to whine away.

After what felt like another eternity she felt the harness starting bite

into her fork as it was pulled upwards. Soon she was dangling from the

end of the wire with only her toes touching the ground, and then it was

gone. She felt herself twist slowly around as she dangled at the end of

the wire. She was still being hoisted upwards and as the time passed her

mind began playing tricks on her. She felt certain she had reached the

end of the cable, but it just kept on going. She started thinking that

somebody had repositioned the hook in a higher branch while she had been

sleeping, and that she was now dangling yards above the ground. She

could just not believe how long the motor kept going, and she was about

to think she was going crazy when it suddenly stopped. Dangling in the

wind she listened to the sudden and deafening silence. She calmed down

and tried hard not to think of the road. Instead she tried to analyze

her predicament. She was hanging from a wire in the middle of nowhere.

She was gagged and bound and utterly helpless. She had no food or water

and no idea as to what would happen next. She did not even know if she

would ever come down from this tree again. All she could do was hang

there. Sharon realized that the position of the hook on the harness had

her slumped over forwards. Like a old man with a cane she was bending

forward in a bow. She could feel the tight pressure as her weight bore

down on the small section of flesh between her legs. Although some

weight was being carried by the strap around her waist, most was carried

by her fork. Sharon also noticed that despite all the weight on that

section of the suit she could still not feel any pressure on her mound,

instead the pressure was being transmitted to the flesh on either side.

Tired and worn out she dropped her head. Soon she was dozing again.