Sophia · Part 3 (3/5)
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cross and secured the straps over the bridge of her nose, effectively blindfolding her. "There, have a whinny now…pet" he joked. Taking the girl and rubbing both hands over her hips and ass, the faint sighs coming from her mouth a real cock hardener as he moved up her torso and onto those corseted and now heaving breasts.
He didn’t know how turned on Sophia was right now either!
She heard the door shut and the bolts secure it, Ian heading off with a whistle. Behind him the girl was standing there a little shocked at what he’d said just now. ‘He’ll be riding me soon eh?’ she thought. ‘Hmmm, sounds rather hopeful’
Sophia stayed on her feet for a while then decided to lie down, as she was worried about overbalancing in the boots. It was difficult but that was how he found her curled up just before lunch and she did look sweet. He crept out to fetch a camera and took several photos. Waking the girl minutes later. She got to her feet and waited as he removed the bit, then the rest, Sophia working her jaw as it was sore. Rubbing the marks, as there were a few lines where the straps had dug in. Outside and free of restraints she thanked him for an interesting first morning of her new life as she dusted her dress down.
The afternoon was equally good. She cooked lunch and did her duties, serving a splendid meal and got a hug for that. Having cleared up he waited for her to return from the bathroom then took Sophia back to the stable to see her carriage jail from last night. "What an amazing piece of kit. I loved the thrill it gave me Ian" she glowed, remembering the way he’d secured her inside. She peeked in, seeing the manacles there and MacKay saw her reach up and gently rub one. He smacked her bottom, then slowly pushed her in and shut the door. Locking it with a rattle. She was about to retort…then saw him smile. Sophia realising technically this was restraint as she couldn’t escape, so ‘the rules’ applied.
Sitting down she looked through the bars, leaning against them as Ian rubbed her cheek. "Good girl, now you know what to do. Wait for a moment," he said and walked off, returning with a box which contained her belt and collar, gag and blindfold plus ankle cuffs. Feeding one by one through the bars and waiting as the girl fitted them to the back wall, the belt near the base then reached down and locked her ankles, taking the chains already in the carriage and clipping them correctly. Doing the bits for her neck and waist then applying the gag and blindfold. Sophia paused then reached up to the wrist cuffs and placed her arms in each. Her heart leaping as both snapped round and she was done.
He swished the curtains across then left her to stew all afternoon. The girl wondering what else he’d do. This was only the first day!
Freedom came promptly at 6pm and he grinned as Sophia, once released dashed off to the bathroom for the obvious. Returning later with a smile. "Still dry, but it was close Ian. Please honey, I love wearing these dresses and don’t want to wreck one by not being able to…to hold on," she said. He agreed and apologised… saying he’d forgotten she was out there while he’d been off to do the weekly shopping. She wondered how he’d got anywhere that fast, then amazed on discovering that half a mile away up the road was a hangar containing his Long Ranger helicopter! She’d heard one earlier, flying about while sitting there in the carriage. Now she KNEW he was the real deal but hoped he was a good pilot or she’d have been in trouble.
Her evening was spent free of restraints, the girl swishing in for late night cocoa in that white nightie and bedjacket. Ian MacKay wanted to jump her right now but instead settled for a hug and rub, telling Sophia she’d be starting work properly tomorrow morning "At 09:30 promptly. Wear a light grey dress please. I’ll always like my staff to… look demure" he grinned, also saying he had ‘a very interesting system’ that’d help her concentrate.
She tried to wheedle that out of him but Ian refused and stood up to retire for the night. "You’ll find out soon enough young lady. Now be off to bed with you". If only, she thought picking up the cups and clearing the place before sliding onto that comfy mattress. Only at the last minute remembering to set her alarm.
Having checked she’d cleared up after breakfast, used the bathroom Ian said it was time for them to start work. Pleased she’d reported ready at 09:15. He placed the thick manacles on Sophia’s wrists, clicking them closed and the girl already smiling as she got that surge of adrenaline. The fact she was now safely under the bound rules as she bent down to hitch up her skirts.
A vibrator was inserted into her pussy and the knickers replaced, then she shuddered as that chastity belt was shown to her then applied over the top, getting another sensual stroke of thigh. "Drop your dresses my love" he ordered, coming out from the myriad of layers and she did. Pausing and bending over to tug them tidy then looked up. "There’s a good girl" he nodded and she blushed. Thinking this was a hell of a system he’d planned to help her concentrate!
Ian then led her carefully downstairs and into the office, guiding Sophia over to the pole that now sat beyond his desk. It certainly hadn’t been here yesterday! She briefly started then paused, seeing and analysing its purpose. He too grinned and unlocked all the loops.
"Ready?" and she nodded. MacKay turning the girl around then easing her back till she rested against it. Miss Rohannson had read bondage stories on-line, even wished Max had bought her one had they existed. But Ian MacKay of course could afford to have a real one made in secret.
"Yes my dear. Custom measured just for you," he said, seeing her eyes widen as he closed the neck collar around. Holding her chin up so she’d be staring just over his head while he was sitting at the desk. He freed her arms then told her to reach round behind the pole. She managed not to gasp once the new manacles snapped round her limbs. Another loop went round her waist and was locked, then he got her dress hooked over the opened ones that stuck up from the bottom and tidied up the heavy layers so you couldn’t see she was secured there too. Tenderly stroking her legs up and down, a happy sigh coming from her mouth.
Lastly came the blindfold wrapped over her eyes and tied off, the material just above the bridge of her nose with no light getting through. Or course she’d not be gagged, as this was a workday and Sophia had money to make. She got a good smoochy kiss to start then heard him fire up the computer. Only once they’d started would she be allowed to speak normally. A little humour was to be permitted if she started to get stressed.
Over the next three hours he regaled various figures of shares, their fluctuating values and Sophia memorised them, working out sales charges, taxes and so on. Calling certain trends she picked up on, the same actions she’d done in London. Ian MacKay amazed as the girl, despite being strapped to a pole and receiving irregular stimulation from her vibrator was able to concentrate so well. At one point he almost accidentally let her orgasm, only a strained gasp of ‘Ian pleeeese’ prevented her blowing up. The sexy groan that emerged with the relieved ‘thanks hon’ would have brought any Stock Exchange trading floor into hysterics. He planned to record it next time when they did this tomorrow morning.
That sale did go pear-shaped but she’d put it on hold first and it didn’t cost them a penny as someone else got in first, then the value declined. Telling Sophia this brought a smile to her face. "Did it to me didn’t you?" she chuckled. Now glowing with sweat… oh god he wanted to free Miss Rohannson and screw her right NOW… but needs must and it was still too early for lunch. She’d earned herself a juice, which Sophia supped through a straw before saying she was ready to continue. "Besides you’ll have to make your own coffee now… sweetie!" and that made him laugh.
They completed the morning trades and Sophia got a kiss and rub as reward. On her first morning she’d made them twenty-two thousand pre-tax pounds. Seriously a good days’ work but the girl seemed not to be happy with this. Freeing her from the post he removed everything including the chastity belt. Thus she was able to talk normally… after a snog of course, feeling a bit wobbly too.
Admitting she should have done better with one of the pitches. "I’ll be better Friday. I promise Ian," she said tiredly, needing a rest stop too. He smacked her ass gently then said he’d prepare lunch while she showered then changed into the black outfit please. To her reasoning it made Sophia wonder if she was to be punished after all… this being confirmed when he said she was to present herself with the waist belt on and wrists secured in front. Trouble being she was looking forward to seeing what he meant. Going to the staircase and hurrying up, hitching her dress so she’d not trip over the hem like yesterday.
Taking her time Sophia enjoyed the brief release from the corset. Man’s best subjugation device for his lady, and a long shower and rub got the girl into a really happy mood. The light grey dress was put to one side, it’d need cleaning before being worn again and she wasn’t yet sure how he’d get them done.
A dose of perfume and other stuff then Miss Rohannson began the laborious task of dressing again. It took her longer, as first time she couldn’t get the buttons done up. Surely these dresses were the same size? He said they’d all been made to measure for her. Then she realised this must be her punishment outfit and extra tightness of the corset was required!
By the time she’d finished tugging at the strings Sophia Rohannson was ready to faint. This one was almost painfully tight, but the girl… like her first time wanted to prove herself to Ian. The waist belt was applied and this too was a punishment one. Almost as soon as the button in the back bit had touched her, it snapped around, the thing whipping itself out of her grasp. She squealed, then hoped he hadn’t heard. Pausing for a moment but no sounds of him coming up to do anything and Sophia sighed in relief. The wrist cuffs were equally vicious once they’d seized hold. Even her slender arms bulged a bit from the padding but it was too late now. Once that belt had been applied she’d committed herself to the ordeal that lay ahead.
The first bit of course being that staircase. Her ‘normal’ high heels were bad enough. Five-inch spiked monsters simply terrified the girl and it took a few breaths before Sophia began the descent. Almost crying in relief as she made it down, coming to the kitchen and waiting for Ian to acknowledge her presence. He turned, stared then smiled a little grimly she thought. Coming close and lifting her skirts to check the underwear was black all over.
"Excellent, let’s eat," he said, indicating for Sophia to be seated. As she was used to running both hands under her dresses before sitting, she paused. Then moved the chair back, sat right on the edge and slithered backwards. He smiled then watched as she tried to get the chair forward, hooking her feet either side and succeeding as it lurched close enough. Sneaky girl, he thought, next time he’d wait till she’d sat down, then chain Sophia’s ankles together before she could try that again.
Miss Rohannson waited patiently as he consumed his meal. Her own laid in front, thankfully it was a salad so no problem about it going cold. Thus once he’d finished Ian MacKay spoon-fed her. Making the girl chew and swallow each mouthful, rather than rushing as she’d been inclined to do. Normally Sophia had no time for table meals except at weekends or vacation. At work a quick sandwich had been bolted down with a chocolate bar for afters.
Once that was done Sophia was forced to stand in the corner as Ian cleared the table, did the washing up then leave the place tidy. It was almost a relief when he took her hands, then led the girl out into the hallway, bringing her to the front door and opening it.
"Right young lady, punishment time. I need these letters posting today," he said, holding a loose sheaf of mail. "Our box is a mile up the road towards Rannoch Moor station. You are going to take them… dressed and restrained as you are!"
Sophia Rohannson stared in utter shock, then reality kicked in and the girl knew she had to comply. The thought of anyone seeing her simply terrified the lass. They could do unspeakable things to her. Even kidnap her and hold out for a ransom! She nearly shook her head…no she MUST obey.
The girl nodded, remembering she was bound thus no speech was allowed. Ian grinned then placed the bundle in her trembling hands. He’d not even tied them either. That meant she’d have to grip extra hard or one might fall out. Two miles in these shoes…ouch and she shuddered at the ordeal ahead.
Though like most ladies she was used to heels Sophia had cheated while heading to and from work. Like a lot of female commuters carrying her office shoes in a shoulder bag and wore comfy sneakers or ballet pumps while on the train. Being one of those who dived into the station restroom and changed, carefully tottering through the reception area into their workplaces and trying not to meet the eyes of their co-workers…who probably all did the same and hoped like hell nobody rumbled them! Those who have seen the beginning of ‘The Devil wears Prada’ would know and it had always made her grin when she watched the film.
MacKay sensed how close to breaking she was. But during their chats Sophia had said she could take more than her boyfriend had been able to give. So any challenge was fair game in his eyes. He smiled at her then pointed to the driveway, indicating she should get going. Miss Rohannson nodded and bowed, turning away then nervously stepping outside. Barely had she got down the short flight of stairs then the front door slammed behind her. Heavy bolts being shoved across…locking her out!
Sophia trod her way oh-so carefully. The dress swaying and rustling away, threatening to trip her at any moment. He’d also undone her ponytail and the blonde locks now whipped all over the place, into her eyes and some strands went up her nose. A sneezing fit almost toppling her before she’d stepped onto the road itself.
Then realised she didn’t know which way to turn!
Now she did start to sob, this was cruelty beyond reason and she turned back towards the gate, only to see Ian standing at the lounge window watching her struggle. He paused then smiled and pointed to her right, jabbing his hand then indicating as if he was posting letters. She bowed then began the long road, cursing quietly as she’d actually thought it was the other way. "Yeah, thirty bloody miles or so. A mile there and back’s bad enough. You’re a bastard Ian, but I’m gonna beat you…love" and that made her grin, getting a mouthful of hair as a reward.
Tottering along, listening intently in case a car came past. Praying that for once the wind might have stopped any tourists going out to Rannoch Moor today. It was bloody freezing, the folds of her dress now flapping wildly around her ankles. Almost hurting as the little weights sewn inside, stopping any accidental ‘rising’ now bashed against her limbs.
On she went and before she knew it Sophia saw the box. Her sigh of relief short lived however as she got closer. How on earth was she going to reach up and put the letters in? The waist belt was at least six inches or more below the slot. She normally stood 5ft 7in tall in bare feet, but despite that footwear her shaking hands were actually pointing forward and down. The cuffs were so tight there was no flexibility in her wrists and again she almost broke down.
Sophia leaned against the box, trying to stand en-point in her shoes like a ballet dancer. But it was still too short and she sighed and eventually lowered back onto the spikes. "I never thought five-inch heels could be so comfortable" she grumbled letting herself breathe again.
Looking around Sophia’s eye caught hold of some large rocks nearby. If she could get them by the box, she might be able to stand on them and succeed.
What followed was half an hour of screaming frustration as the girl battled to get even one to move. They obviously weighed a great deal but finally perseverance won the day. She squealed in joy as it gave way and toppled back, almost crashing into her left foot. Sophia jumped back, so close to losing her balance and the letters themselves. Another ten minutes and the thing was leaning up by the box.
A nervous Sophia put one foot on it, the spike of her heel slipping straight off again and she screamed in frustration. Kicking the rock about so it faced the other way she tried again. This time it waited till she was en-point, almost able to get the letters in before moving and she had to come down fast.
"Noooo!" she wailed as it meant she had to move another of the rocks and jam the first into the higher position. But at least there’d been no traffic yet. Another fifteen minutes got the girl crying now, her eyes raw with tears as she eased another stone against the original one. She stepped onto the first, then tip-toed up onto the second. Almost there! Her feet were in agony as she went en-point, toes crushing into the fronts as she slithered up the box, then screamed with joy as the bundle slipped into the slot and landed with a thump…Sophia Rohannson had done it!
She’d beaten Ian…again, surely proving beyond all doubt that she was the one for him as she jumped down. Almost falling over as the pain from her feet threatened to make her faint. Now, despite the ache she hitched up the dress and hurried for home. Really feeling like a damsel rushing to escape torment. Getting there just as MacKay got the front door opened and she dashed inside. Almost but not quite crying as it closed behind her and was locked then bolted. The guy looked at her flushed face, bosoms heaving under the strain as she drew breath.
"All done young lady?" he asked, and she dared to smile as a nod gave him the answer. He grinned, "Good girl, and bloody well done too Sophia." and with that he released her wrists then removed the belt, telling her to get changed into a nightie and slippers as she had the rest of the afternoon free. Stay in her room till 6pm please, then she could come down for supper. Plus he wanted her to tell him how she’d done it. He knew she’d not be able to reach the slot so was curious as to how it’d been achieved. She nodded, as this was a punishment dress Sophia assumed the no speech rule still applied.
That bath never felt so good and Miss Rohannson spent over an hour gently massaging the glowing red toes once they’d been freed from the spikes. The dress, like the others neatly replaced in the wardrobe where it’d been found. Likewise the rest of the stuff was folded and stored. A hair styling session followed then she chance to sit down and watch some TV. Just in time for the news.
The girl mortified but relieved to find out the railways had been on strike today! "That’s why he knew the road would be clear…the clever bastard," she grinned admiringly. Flicking through the channels to hopefully find something to watch. Having never seen daytime TV before it didn’t bode that well. She lasted barely ten minutes of a chat show then switched off. Going to the bookshelves and hoping for better luck. Finding one of her favourite childhood novels made Sophia smile and she settled back on the bed for a read.
Her alarm went off at 17:30 and Sophia was amazed she’d dropped off! Pleased at the fact she’d not overslept and therefore be punished again. Dressing into the nightie, finding a bedjacket that matched it she stepped into the comfy slippers and after doing her make-up headed for the stairs. Still needing the handrail as she could not see her feet through the flowing material.
Coming into the kitchen bang on 6pm to see Ian waiting for her. Greeting the girl with a long hug and smooch. "You knew about the trains Ian?" she grinned and he nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I knew it all along. I’m not that daft Sophia. You needed the challenge but as I said before, I’d never let you find yourself in real peril, I promise. I’ll also not fly again while you’re restrained," and that made her face break into the best smile yet. It soon cut off by a mouth clamped over hers as they kissed passionately again. "Let’s eat, and this time honey you can do yer own!" he laughed as they went to the table.
After that was done and cleared away they went into the sitting room. Cuddling up on the sofa as Ian flicked on the TV to watch the Thursday night rugby. Sophia of course not knowing the rules but like most girls she watches the game not for the skills, but for all those hunky guys with their muscles and testosterone. "Used to play it myself love," he said proudly, telling the lass about matches at school, ones at university and so on.
Not boasting but she seemed genuinely interested as she then questioned why he’d stopped, only injury forcing him out of trying to make it as a career. He rolled up a trouser leg, the girl wincing as she saw the big scar across his kneecap. "It’s worse than Gazza’s" she chuckled and that earned her a poke in the ribs and another kiss. The match finished and she went off to make their late night cocoa while he watched the respective managers talking. She returned and settled herself into Ian’s shoulder, getting another kiss as reward. His fingers stroking her dress…and what lay beneath as her nipples got some attention. "Hmmm…lovely" she whispered, her eyes closing as he worked on.
Once the TV was off Ian said it was time for bed. Sophia’s heart trembling, hoping that it meant just that. Her AND him as he was still giving attention to the warm body resting against his. They got up and embraced, then Ian shut off the lights and led her to the doorway. Out into the hallway where more lights were extinguished. At the base of the staircase she mock looked pleadingly. Ian grinned, then reached down, sweeping her into his arms then carried the giggling lassie up the flight. Gently setting her down outside her doorway. "Is that all…?" she questioned coyly as they kissed again. "No, my bedroom, you’ve got fifteen minutes!" he replied, eyes twinkling.
Sophia Rohannson hurried through her routine. Make-up off, moisturiser on, fresh knickers just to be sure before she padded along the corridor. Though she knew from a quick look what his bedroom was like, this hopefully would be the occasion she’d spend her first full night with a man for nearly two years. In fact Sophia was a little worried that she was ‘out of practice’, warning Ian on their first day here just that. "I’m…I’ll teach you again love, relearn old skills eh?" he’d grinned, making light of it but also reassuring the lass that she’d be fine.
Entering his bedroom Sophia was pleased to see Ian was ready for her. Stripped to boxers and a T-shirt. Though she could see the bulging muscles on his arms. He smiled and walked over, taking her gently into his grasp. "Only if you’re really ready for this Sophia," he said quietly, seeing she was shaking a little. She smiled then nodded, reaching for his shirt and helping him to remove it, followed by the shorts and the lass was amazed at the guys’ physique. "Wow, bloody hell," she whispered, making him blush for a change. They both laughed now as he reached behind Sophia’s neck, unbuttoning fasteners of her dress then gave her room, letting the girl slowly lower it down and revealing herself.
"My turn love…Wow, nice…everything," he said and she dissolved into giggles as he slid his arms onto her body. Roaming everywhere at once, easing her backwards, then the pair fell onto the bed. Ian rolling her over and she clambered on top.
"OK Miss Rohannson…lesson one," he quipped…
What followed was the most exhilarating hour of Sophia’s life. The guy was a tiger, but also a teddy bear. Knowing when to do something, knowing when to back off too and give her time to relax and regroup. She enjoyed every minute of their time together and though they only made love twice she remembered enou
