Sharon sat on the tree stump and waited for the dawn to arrive. She

crossed her legs and got another fright as the links of the chain made a

loud noise in the quiet night air. She looked down at her ankle and gave

a quiet curse. Her leg was bound in a large iron manacle, the manacle

attached to a heavy iron chain. The five feet of chain ran from her

ankle to the tree stump where it was bound by a tight iron band to the

stump. The parish priest had accused her of using witchcraft to seduce

the village boys and this was her penance. He’d actually wanted her

burnt at the stake but the village chief had put his foot down. Not even

the priest would tangle with old Olaf when he’d made his mind up.

Instead she’d been sentenced to the relatively mild punishment of being

bound to the stump, next to the road. She was to spend a whole day and a

whole night bound and then she would be released. According to the

custom any man that passed her by could do with her as he fancied, but

it was the middle of winter and no sane person would use the road to get

through the frozen mountain pass. A few of the village crones had thrown

rotten fruit at her on their way back from gathering firewood, but that

had been the worst of her suffering. It was almost dawn and she knew

that soon she’d be released unharmed. It was bitterly cold but she was

wearing practically her whole wardrobe so she didn’t suffer too much. At

first she thought her ears were playing tricks with her but as the noise

increased she grew certain she was not mistaken. She could hear the lazy

clip-clop of a horse as it slowly came down the road. Suddenly she was

very nervous and afraid. The old folk told all manner of stories about

strange beasts and ghosts that inhabited the night. She stood up and

tried to get as far away from the stump as the chain allowed. She could

not reach the edge of the road but she could get to the darker shadows

of a tree and she stood deadly quiet. Her legs were shaking as she tried

to peer through the mist, and at last she could make out the sight of

the black horse walking down the path. It carried a tall black shape on

it’s back and she tried her best to make out what it was. The horse kept

on coming and soon it was next to the stump. She had just convinced

herself that it would pass her by when it suddenly stopped, it’s

nostrils blowing wasps of steam in the frigid air. She stood as still as

a statue, willing the horse to move on. Suddenly the shape on it’s back

moved and she tried take a step back in fright. The noise from the chain

sounded like a hundred church bells ringing and she realized she’d been

discovered. In a blind panic she turned around and tried to run for the

woods but the chain tripped her up. Screaming bloody blue murder she

clawed at the ground as she tried to crawl away. After several minutes

of blind panic she managed to get a hold of herself and she looked back.

A man in a long black coat was seated on the stump and was watching her

intently. She turned over and sat on the ground, staring back nervously.

“Good morn m’lady.” he said. She could not see his face under the cowl

but the voice sounded mischievous. “Good morn sir” she replied, cursing

her quivering voice. Again the chain tinkled as she tried to draw her

legs up to her body. “And pray tell what is a beautiful damsel doing

bound to a stump?” he asked. “Perhaps she had not been too much of a

lady after all?” he continued. “Perhaps she has powerful enemies that

don’t like to hear no.” she replied curtly. “Hmm” he said, not quite

believing her. He bent down and took hold of the chain. Despite her

maidenly protests she was soon reeled in and seated right in front of

him. He grabbed hold of her hands and drew her to her feet. She barely

had time to protest and the next moment was seated on his lap. She

wanted to ask him to stop but the moment she opened her mouth his warm

lips met hers, stifling her protests. She let out a quivering little

moan and melted into his arms. With her eyes closed she felt his hand

probe in under her several coats and take hold of her breast. Suddenly

she realized that she’d neglected to breathe and she drew back, taking

big gulps of air. For a moment everything swam before her but his hands

was quickly bringing her back to the present. She tried to see his face

but the cowl still hid it from view. This time she kissed him and while

his hands roamed she took the opportunity to draw the cowl away from his

head. Her eyes grew large and she tried to scream but his mouth was

covering hers. She started fighting but he had her in a firm grip. As

she slowly lost consciousness all she could see was the two deep empty

sockets where his eyes ought to be. The last thing she remembered were

the two small pinpoints of red light behind the empty sockets, lights

that were an eternity away.

Sharon lay in the bath and soaked. It had been a month since her ordeal

on the mountain and she had not heard from him again. She thought back

to the adventure and her hands snuck down to her sex. After she had

managed to free herself from the harness and cable she had dressed

herself and rested. She had discovered another letter that instructed

her to retrieve all the equipment she had brought with her and to return

home. Climbing into the tree had been torture, but she finally managed

to collect the cable. Climbing down the mountain had been just as tough

but it was downhill so she had managed. It had taken almost a week for

all the aches and pains to disappear.

A few days later she received another set of instructions via e-mail.

From: Nobody@anonymous.net Subj: New instructions

You will shortly receive another parcel.

This Friday evening you are to go to the club at the corner of 10th and

Main.

You are to arrive before 10PM.

You are not to leave before 2AM.

You are to wear only the garments included in the latest parcel.

You are to dance with any and every person that asks you.

You are to accept every drink offered to you.

As she re-read the instructions a tight knot formed in her stomach. She

had deliberately been avoiding contact with other people, what if they

felt the hard suit under her clothes? Now she was instructed to do

exactly the opposite. And what garments would the parcel contain? With a

worried heart she set about getting ready for bed. Soon she was sound

asleep, her body bound in it’s usual bondage.

Sharon walked to her bed and placed the parcel on it. It was Friday

evening and she’d been hoping the legendary poor service of the postal

service would come to her rescue. Instead they had waited to the last

moment to send her the parcel. Seating herself next to it she opened the

nondescript parcel and lifted the lid. The first garment she removed was

a wine-red leotard, made from cotton. It seemed normal in every way so

she moved on. Next was a small leather skirt. It too was normal so she

moved on. Next came a broad red garter belt, also made of leather.

Besides being broad and stiff she could find nothing ominous about it so

she continued. Finally there was a pair of pumps with a stocking in each

one. The pumps were pitch black and had 4” heels. She felt around inside

the shoes but other than the stockings there was nothing else to

discover. For the first time her ‘gift’ contained nothing to do with

bondage. She had to admit it wasn’t the kind of clothes she would buy

for herself but there was nothing strange about them. It was already 6PM

and with a resigned sigh she got ready.

Sharon sat in front of the dresser and applied the last touches to her

make-up. As per her earlier instructions she wore no clothes but the

suit. She was already extremely nervous and exited and as she leaned

back she noticed the suit in the mirror. It’s glimmering surface was a

constant reminder of her predicament. As before her fear made her both

jumpy and horny. She stroked her hard breast and wished the nipple

brushes would come alive for a few moments. Realizing that she was

getting herself worked up she stood up and walked to the bed. For a few

moments she was unsure of which garment to put on first, the leotard or

the garter belt? The belt had big metal buckles at the back and she

decided that it would look strange when worn under another garment.

Stepping into the leotard she pulled it up to her neck. She’d no

inspected it properly and only now discovered the plastic wings around

the seams. As with her bathing costume it was meant to tuck in under the

suit, hiding it from view. She used a old coat hanger to pull the zip up

her back. The leotard was tight but did not reveal any part of the suit.

Next she put on the garter belt. Only when she wore it did she realize

that it was actually a small corselette. Although it could not clench

her waist any tighter than what the suit already did, it did create the

visual effect of a clenched waist. Next she squeezed into the tight

skirt. It was a tight fit over the garters and she battled to get it on.

For a while she struggled with the zipper but finally got that done as

well. The stockings were shiny black with a thin black stripe up the

back. She attached them to the garters and was not at all surprised to

see that most of the stockings lip would stick out from under the skirt.

Finally she stepped into the shoes and walked up to the mirror. Sharon

looked herself over and groaned. She looked like a slut. The garters

stuck out well above the skirt and the tight leotard revealed every

curve. No doubt she’d be drawing a lot of attention tonight.

Sharon got out of the taxi and paid the driver. She was very nervous and

looked around carefully. This part of town was quite rough and she felt

very vulnerable. She walked over to the corner and looked for the club.

At first she couldn’t find it but then she saw a ancient bronze plaque

showing the entrance to “The Chain Link” The plaque was set on a heavy

door between a grocer and a pharmacy. She pushed the door open and

tentatively walked in. On the other side of the door was a long, dark

passageway ending in a stairwell. If it hadn’t been for the music coming

from the stairs she would have thought the place was deserted. She

looked at her watch, she had eight more minutes before she had to be

inside the club. Taking a deep breath she walked down the passageway and

up the stairs.

Sharon’s mouth hung open as she looked the place over. The place seemed

to have gotten stuck in the 70’s, complete with old posters and flashing

blue disco lights. The voice of Aretha Franklin was mournfully singing

about lost love and broken hearts. A big bouncer came over and

introduced himself. “Hi, my name’s Jake. What’ll it be tonight, leash or

collar?” for a second she just blinked at him in confusion. “What?” she

asked. He smiled at her and opened a closet. On the one side were

several kinds of cheap metal leashes, on the other collars. He turned

back to her. “I take it this is your first time here. Can I explain the

rules?” he asked. She just nodded yes, to shocked to open her mouth.

“This is a bondage club” he started and it was obvious he knew the

speech by heart. “When you go in you become either a sub or a dom. Dom’s

are recognized by their leashes and subs by their collars. If a dom

really likes a sub he or she may ask the sub to wear their leash and if

the sub agrees they become a pair. A sub may not approach or bother a

dom, but then again there’s usually many more dom’s than subs so you

won’t be lonely. Although the place is geared to bondage it is not a sex

bar so if you feel like having sex in public try two block down. No dom

may force him or herself on a sub, the idea here is mutual consent. The

closing time is usually about five AM and if you choose to be a sub your

first two drinks are free. All equipment is to be returned when you

leave.” He turned back to the closet “So? Leash or collar?”. This was

all happening too fast! Did he just say Bondage Bar? Shit! She was to

spend the whole evening in a BONDAGE BAR! Sharon noticed the bouncer

watching her expectantly. “Uhm .. hmm .. Leash? No no I meant collar”

She said while trying to keep a straight face. A small shock had gone

through her system as soon as she’d said leash. Oh hell! He has to be

close by to have heard her answer. She looked around frantically but

with the noise and music it’s unlikely anybody could have heard her

speak. She looked back at the bouncer suspiciously, could it be him?

What kind of nut makes his living from a bondage bar anyway? “Hope you

enjoy the evening ma’am. Just shout if somebody is bothering you.” he

said as he handed her the collar. “Can’t be him” she thought. “There’s

no way somebody with his sloping forehead could have thought up the

suit”.

Sharon sat down in a dark corner and played with the collar. Suddenly

another jolt reminded her that it was meant to be worn, not played with

under the table. With her hands shaking nervously she put it on and

looked around. How could he have heard her speaking to the bouncer? A

cold chill ran down her back. Fuckfuckfuckfuck - he had her wired the

Bastard! It made such perfect sense! What better way to keep tabs on her

than to listen in on her conversations. She hammered her forehead with

her fist. You silly bitch! Why didn’t she think of it earlier. The

second jolt meant he was watching as well as listening. She started

scanning the crown intently. Her discomfort grew as she realized that

there were a great deal more men than women in the place. Suddenly a guy

walked over and sat down across from her. “Hey gorgeous, you new?’ he

asked. Sharon immediately disliked him. Besides the open shirt and slick

oily hair he had a cocky, arrogant attitude. “Uhuh” she said, looking

away. “Wanna dance?” he asked, sliding over to her side. Sharon tried to

draw away as he placed his arm around his shoulder. The alcohol fumes

coming from him made her nauseous. “No way, just leave - uhm on second

thought, yeah ok.” she replied, suddenly remembering the instructions.

“Great! I just know you and I are going to be a hit.” her suitor

replied, his big grin giving her a splendid view of the missing teeth in

his jaw.

Sharon sat down on the toilet and leaned her head back. The whole

cubicle was spinning and she had to try her best not to giggle. “Good

lord, what a night!” she said out loud. She had another hour to go and

didn’t think she would make it. She had not had one chance to rest her

aching feet the whole evening. As soon as they caught on that she’d

never say no to a dance the men had bombarded her with requests. Some

arsehole had even tried to slip his leash onto her collar without her

noticing. She smiled at the memory, apparently Jake had been keeping an

eye on her. The poor sod wouldn’t be using his hand for a while, Jake

had seen to that. At first she’d been so nervous she’d tried to dance as

far away from her partners as possible. But soon the alcohol had made

her careless and she’d bounced off a few chests. The quizzical looks and

raised eyebrows had been almost comical to watch. Her explanation of ‘my

new wonder bra - giggle giggle’ had been enough to satisfy most of them.

One guy had speculated that she might be wearing a strange bondage

garment but she’d refused to comment. Pretty soon she’d become the

property of a little group of guys, all of them nice blokes. Heck, two

of them was doctors for heavens sake! They’d done a good job of keeping

the weirdo’s away and pretty soon she’d felt as comfortable as could be

expected. The night was turning out to be almost enjoyable. She’d not

realized how ostracized she’d been becoming and it felt good so

socialize a bit. Even if it was with a bunch of weirdo’s and perverts.

Sharon walked back into the crowd and searched for her little group of

admirers. They had disappeared and she started to grow nervous. Suddenly

a hand touched her elbow and she twirled around. A tall dark man had

been behind her and he looked her up and down. “Care to dance?” he

simply said, not even introducing himself. She nodded wordlessly, his

dark eyes keeping her spellbound. He gently took her around the waist

and pulled her close. His eyes revealed nothing as her hard breasts

pressed into his chest. They floated over the floor of to the slow,

mournful sounds of Kenny Rodger’s voice. One of her guys had spotted

them but he also noted her partner’s height and he quickly backed off.

“Ohmygodohmygod! It’s Him. It has to be! He didn’t even blink when our

chests met!” she thought. She held on to his broad, muscular chest as he

expertly led her around the floor. “What am I gonna do! This is him!

Sharon this is him! Ohshitohshit oh shit please let this be him!” The

thought came so suddenly she lost a step in shock. Slowly Kenny wound it

down and they finally stopped. He simply stepped back, gave a little bow

and disappeared into the crowd. By the time she’d regained her senses

he’d disappeared completely.