                           BOUND TO PLEASE  #3
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                      This Trashy Fantasy Continues


She was all alone.  Her wildest dream had come true.  She had been bound
and gaged by a friend.  This was her ultimate fantasy.

It was about 15 minutes later when she heard a loud crack of breaking wood
and then the door open.  Something about that noise didn't sound right, she
thought.  Why would RB have returned so soon.  I knew she took my car, I
hope she didn't have any problem.  Miss F was becoming stiff from being
tied so completely.  That's funny, she thought, what was that loud
wood-like crack before the door opened, and now, someone was opening and
closing cupboards and drawers in the kitchen.  What was Rosebud doing?  The
bedroom door opened with a thud, and a deep voice said, "This is what I
call service".

"Oh my God", thought Miss F., something has gone wrong, and it isn't
Rosebud.  She struggled on the bed to get free, but she knew is was
useless.  She stopped moving as a pair of large muscular hands grabbed her
by the shoulders and turned her over on her side.  "I don't know who did
this to you beautiful, but I would like to thank them.  I thought no one
was home here, but now I am glad you are".  The hands felt incredibly
strong as he untied he straps on her legs.  She could feel the blood
rushing back into her feet as he removed her leg bonds.  She sat on the
edge of the bed and wiggled her feet to try to get them working.  Her hands
were still in handcuffs attached to belt at her back.  "I can't see your
eyes very well" said the voice as the blindfold was removed.  "Who in the
hell is this", she thought.

As the blindfold was removed and her eyes cleared, she could see a tall man
wearing tight worn leather pants, a black turtleneck sweeter, and a ski
mask with only his eyes showing.  This guy was a hulk of a man who must
have lifted weights for a living.  Obviously, he had come to rob the house,
but had found something he liked better.  Miss was still gagged and
handcuffed as she sat on the edge of the bed.  The chastity belt which she
still wore was her only protection.  She hoped RB had taken the keys to the
locks with her.

"I can see you are in a bit of a bind beautiful, let me help you a little."
As he approached her he could see that he had the keys to her locks in his
hand.  RB must have left them on the kitchen table.  She was in trouble,
and she couldn't even identify this guy.  He unlocked the belt and
disconnected the handcuffs from the belt, but he left them connected to her
wrists behind her back.  Now she was even more vulnerable.  His eyes
drifted over to the suitcase of bondage equipment which Rosebud has left in
full view.  "You are really into this stuff, aren't you beautiful."  He
picked up a set of leg shackles and came toward her.  He unzipped her
leather boots and removed them, but then he snapped the shackles on her
ankles.  They were just like the hand cuffs only slightly larger with a 12
inch chain.  With them on, you could only take short steps, but running was
totally out.

"Well beautiful, these clothes were made for prowling outside and I am
getting rather hot.  I hope you will excuse me if I take off this
turtleneck" he said .  Take off the mask too, thought Miss Fortune, so I
can pick you out of the mug shots.  Only the sweater came off, but it
revealed enough muscle for two robbers.  This guy had an outstanding build
which made Miss F hot just to sit there.

"I hope you don't mind" he said "but I want to take off this mask too".  So
you will have to put one on, or you will be able to identify me.  "Damn it"
thought Miss F.  Her chances were rapidly decreasing.  This guys brains
matched his build.  She knew what was next.  He went to the bondage
equipment and returned with a leather discipline helmet.  The only openings
were 3 small holes at the noise for breathing.  "I hate to leave the gag
in, it looks so uncomfortable, but I cant take the chance that you would
scream.  He placed the leather helmet over her head and zipped the zipper
which ran down the back of her head to the neck.  The zipper connected to a
leather collar that went around her neck with a small lock .  A few muffled
groans were all that were heard as the lock was connected with a horrifying
"CLICK".  Miss F had used the helmet before but always in fantasy.  She
knew how it was impossible to remove without the key.

She new what was next, and he proved her right.  With the scissors he had
taken from the kitchen,  her bra and panties fell away.  She was totally
blind, unable to speak, wrists handcuffed behind her back, her legs locked
at her ankles, completely nude, and completely helpless.  What was worse,
she could hear him breathing close to her.  She knew he was near.  What was
next.  Why wasn't Rosebud back yet.  Where could she be?
