Hooker

Part 4

Hooker

Part IV

	On Monday, I was faced with another minor dilemma.  I had this roll of
film to be developed but didn't know where to take it.  I wasn't even sure if
the average film drop off could handle the type 120 film that my old camera used
and even if they could I didn't want the clerk to see the pictures.  I called
around and found a place that could process the film while I waited.  I took it
in and told them to do negatives only, no prints.  The clerk ran the film
without even glancing at it.  There was no way the pictures wouldn't have caught
his eye if I'd had him do prints.  On the way home, I stopped off at a computer
store and bought a negative scanner.

	I got the negatives scanned in.  They were a bit thin, but I was able to
bring them out quite nicely, and thanks to the large format, the grain was
hardly noticeable.  The ones in the living room clearly showed Gayle lying on
the floor holding a bound woman's head to her crotch.  Also, one of the ones of
Jacqui being whipped in the bedroom came out well.  Jacqui had her head turned
toward the camera and the distress on her face, combined with the glee on
Gayle's face as she swung the rod against the back of Jacqui's thighs was
clearly evident.  The shots of Jacqui servicing Gayle as she sat on the bed
weren't all that good because you could hardly see Jacqui and it wasn't all that
obvious what was going on.  The most stunning one by far was the one of Jacqui
sitting in the box.  Gayle's back was to the camera as she stood holding the rod
threateningly, but the striking thing was the look of utter terror on Jacqui's
face.  To be honest, I didn't understand it.  She was about to spend a few hours
in cramped quarters, but I didn't see how it was as bad as what she had just
been through.

	Okay, so now I had the pictures.  I now had the same problem Gayle had
faced.  What to do with them?  They were definitely more damaging than the ones
Gayle had taken of us.  The ones Gayle had taken showed two people engaged in
kinky consensual sex.  The ones I had taken showed much the same, but revealed a
mean spiritedness on the part of Gayle that might cause people to wonder if she
was the sort of person to be counseling minors (or anyone else, for that
matter).  But the big difference was the homosexual aspect of the pictures of
Gayle and Jacqui.  I personally didn't have any problem with this--what two
people decide to do together is entirely their business.  Gayle's employers,
however, would not look at it that way.  They might or might not be aware that
Gayle was a lesbian, but as long as she kept it under wraps, they were better of
ignoring it as opposed to firing her, thus having to admit they'd had a lesbian
on staff in the first place.  Even though Gayle wasn't popular where she worked,
there was this downside to her dismissal.  But if these pictures should somehow
become public, Gayle would lose her job instantly and have considerable
difficulty finding another.  These agencies were touchy about the political
repercussions of who they hired and had a very strong bias against homosexuals
on staff dealing with minors.  If these pictures were to get around, not only
would Gayle's career be ruined (not entirely a bad thing, considering her
conduct), but probably a couple of her superiors would have their careers ruined
or damaged.  I would have to think about this.  You don't do something that will
cause this much pain or anger without a good understanding of all the
consequences.  I hoped that was the difference between Gayle and myself. 
Normally I enjoy my little pranks, but what I had done was a bit too close to
what Gayle had done for me to be very comfortable with.

	Another thing.  Should I show the pictures to Rachel?  I wasn't sure. 
My instincts told me it was a bad idea.  I decided not to for the time being. 
Once I'd shown her the pictures, I couldn't unshow them.

	I turned off the computer and fixed myself some supper.  I would have to
think about it for a while.

	By Tuesday I knew what I was going to do.  Gayle had obviously put some
thought into her solution of the problem of what to do with the pictures.  It
seemed to me like a pretty good first step, so I decided to use it myself.

	Wednesday I had lunch north of the river again.  As I entered the
restaurant, I handed an envelope to one of the waitresses and asked her to give
it to Jacqui.  The envelope contained one of the pictures of Jacqui being
whipped and a note that said, "We need to talk."

	I watched Jacqui receive the envelope and open it.  She had not seen me
come in.  She turned white as she saw the picture.  Then she started scanning
the restaurant.  When she saw me, what little color remained drained from her
face.  For a moment I thought she was going to faint.  After a moment she
recovered somewhat and stumbled over to my table.

	"How did you get this?" she asked, shaking the envelope in my face.

	I was about to tell her I took it when something in her manner made me
pause.  There was something odd here.  Instead of speaking, I took the envelope
from Jacqui's fingers and stuffed it in my pocket.

	"Nobody's supposed to know about those.  You're the last person on earth
she'd show them to.  You must have stolen them...  But she doesn't keep them at
the house... How did you find them, how did you even know about them?  Oh, you
bastard, don't you know what's going to happen to me when she finds they're
gone?"

	I sat with my jaw hanging open, trying to shut it.  Jacqui was standing
there spewing information and I didn't want to interrupt.

	"Oh, god, I can't believe it," Jacqui continued.  "She'll..."

	Jacqui had stopped in mid sentence.  "Why are you looking at me like
that?" she demanded.  "There's something really weird going on here."  She'd
seen the astonished look on my face.  This somehow seemed to cause her to pull
herself together.  "You're right.  We should talk.  I go on lunch break at 1:00. 
Can you wait?"

	"I'll be right here.  Are you ready to take my order?"

	I ate slowly and at 1:00 Jacqui joined me with a salad and iced tea.

	"I don't really think you did this to me on purpose.  You didn't, did
you?"

	"If you'll recall, my original hope was that you would lock her in a
collar."

	"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

	"So how did you get like this?" I wanted to know.

	"The first night I spent with her was wonderful, so the second night I
tied her hands behind her and buckled a collar on her throat.  She said to me,
'No, Jacqui, you will wear the collar' and there was something about how she
said it, I knew I would let her do as she wished, and I have ever since.  She
told me to take the collar off and put in on my own neck.  I did.  Then she told
me to untie her.  Again I did as she said.  She told me to place my hands behind
me and she bound my wrists.  And just like that, I was the one who was collared
and bound.  'As long as you please me, I will make you happy,' she said.  And
she did.  No one had ever made me feel like she did."

	"So what happened?"

	"You did.  You remember the night you came to see me and I told you I
would report our conversation to her?  Well, I did, and rather than see it as
the token of faithfulness that I had intended, she took it as a sign of
betrayal.  She really hates you.  She said I was your spy and that I was
reporting on her to you.  I told her that it wasn't true.  Why would I tell her
about your visit if it was true?  But she wouldn't listen.  When it comes to
you, she's completely irrational.  She called me a liar and told me I would pay
for my treachery.  And I have.  I've paid dearly.  Gayle knows how to hurt a
woman.  She's very skilled.  I've often wondered how many women suffered as she
acquired that skill."

	"Why do you stay with her?"

	"Fear, mostly, but other things, too.  It's not that easy to leave.  She
took my car.  I'm not allowed to drive.  She drops me off here and picks me up
when I get off.  I get off at 3:30.  You have to be gone by then.  I don't have
my apartment any more.  She keeps me at her house.  If she goes out, I'm chained
to the bed.  But it's more than that.  I could leave her if I really wanted to. 
Why don't I?  What's wrong with me?"

	"You're the only one who can answer that.  Are you going to tell her
about my visit today?"


	"No, I don't think so.  I might as well be guilty of the betrayal for
which I'm being punished. The box is the worst.  She has this cedar chest that
she locks me in.  The first time she put me in it, it was just something to do,
an additional minor torment that she could inflict on me, but I'm highly
claustrophobic.  As soon as she realized this, the box became the ultimate
punishment.  She can make me do whatever she wants by threatening to put me in
the box.  It's horrifying.  There's no way I can tell you how frightened I am of
the box."

	"Then why do you let her put you in it?"

	"I have to do what she says.  I can't explain it, but there's some sort
of weird bond between us.  Like I said, I could leave her if I really wanted to,
but I don't.  I keep remembering what it was like at first and hoping it will be
like that again.  I try to prove my loyalty, so I obey.  When she says get in
the box, I get in the box.  She keeps me gagged when I'm in the box so my
screaming won't keep her awake.  She doesn't do it all that often.  I don't
think she wants me to get used to it.  She doesn't want the horror to diminish."

	"And she takes pictures."

	"Yes, she takes pictures of me.  Pictures of me tied up, pictures of me
licking her, pictures of me being whipped, being put in the box, being shocked
in sensitive places.  She has dozens of them.  I don't know what she does with
them.  I've searched the house a couple of times, but they aren't there. 
Sometimes if she gets a really good one, she shows it to me to taunt me or
humiliate me.  Whenever she's in them, whipping me or something, her back is
always to the camera.  She's careful not to have her face in any of them. 
So...wait...let me see that picture again."

	"Sorry."

	"But where did you get it?  Gayle's face was in it.  Maybe there's some
I don't know about.  I don't ever remember her taking one like that.  She would
always set the tripod up and stand in the position she wanted until the flash
went off.  Please, tell me where you got it."

	"I'm sorry, Jacqui, but I won't tell you."

	"I didn't really think you would.  I've sometimes had the feeling she
sells them or trades them or something.  Maybe that's how you got it.  Please
tell me one thing, are there many pictures of me circulating out there?  Am I
some porn slut and don't even know it?"

	"No.  To the best of my knowledge, there are no pictures of you in
circulation."

	"That's a relief.  I worry about what she does with them."

	"So what do you intend to do about your situation?" I asked her.
	"I don't know.  Endure, I guess.  I keep hoping it will get better."

	"Jacqui, has it gotten better?"

	"No, it gets worse.  Discipline is ever tighter, punishments are
harsher, lately she's been threatening to bury me alive in the back yard." 
Jacqui shuddered as she spoke.

	 "Jacqui, this sounds like it's getting way out of hand."

	"I don't think she's serious.  She just uses the threat to terrify me. 
Just the thought is enough to make me do whatever she says."

	"Just the same, I think you should leave her.  This isn't doing you any
good.  Don't your friends notice the change in you?"

	"I don't really have friends any more.  When I'm not at work I only
spend time with Gayle."

	"That by itself isn't a good thing.  What about your coworkers.  Surely
they've noticed."

	"I've had a couple comments, but I tell them it's none of their
business."

	"This is not good, Jacqui."

	"I know.  I should probably leave her.  I'll think about it.  Anyway,
it's time for me to get back to work.  Thanks for stopping by.  I didn't realize
how much I needed to talk to someone."

	"Perhaps I'll drop by tomorrow and we'll talk again."

	"I'm off tomorrow."

	"Would you like to meet somewhere?"

	"You don't understand.  I'll be chained up while Gayle's at work."

	"I see.  Some other time, then."

	"Yes, some other time."

	I left the restaurant feeling sorry for Jacqui.  She would have to solve
her own problems, but I couldn't help feeling a little guilty for introducing
them in the first place.  It occurred to me that I might pay Jacqui a visit
tomorrow anyway.

	It was mid morning on Thursday, Jacqui's day off.  I told my
receptionist I would be out and unavailable until at least mid afternoon.  I
circled Gayle's block.  No red Dodge.  Jacqui's car was still in the driveway
and I noticed the windows  were filmed over.  It hadn't been driven in a while. 
I drove to the end of the block, parked at the head of the alley, and walked to
Gayle's back yard.  I looked about but didn't see any neighbors peering out
windows, so I let myself in.

	I found Jacqui in the bedroom.  She was hogtied and hanging about four
feet off the floor.  I was aghast.  A tight hogtie can restrict breathing and
being suspended like that made it even worse.  Her wrists and ankles were all
locked to each other and the rope was tied to the central link that connected
them.  Being suspended as she was made it nearly impossible for her to expand
her chest cavity.  Her mouth worked continuously and she was nearly blue.  I
rushed in and lowered the rope.  Once the tension was off, her breathing eased
somewhat.  I unhooked the link that connected her wrists to her ankles and
stretched her legs out.  Her breathing returned to normal.  I carried her to the
living room and set her in a chair.  Her wrists were still locked together, as
were her ankles.  I didn't offer to release her.

	"How did you know?" Jacqui asked, once she had caught her breath.

	"You told her, didn't you?  You told her I'd talked to you."

	"Yes.  I'm such an idiot.  I don't know what makes me do it, but I tell
her everything.  You can't believe how angry she was.  She said this time she
really would bury me alive.  I hope she'll calm down before she gets home, but
she might really do it."

	"Jacqui, this is way out of control.  You realize that if I hadn't come
by she wouldn't be able to bury you alive because you wouldn't be alive."

	"I know.  I was lucky this time.  Next time I probably won't be.  I know
I have to leave her, but a big part of me doesn't want to.  It's funny.  I've
always thought abused women were idiots for going back to the abuser and now I'm
one of them.  How did I get like this?  How did it happen to me?"

	"I don't know," I told her.  "But if you figure it out, I'd like to hear
the answer."

	"Maybe you'd better take me away now, while I'm still tied up so I don't
go running back."

	"I have another alternative, one that might let you stay with her."

	"What?"

	"I think it's about time she wore the collar," I told her.  "Your
relationship will never again be what it was at first, but it can't stay like it
is, either.  Your only chance of keeping it together and surviving the
experience is if she wears the collar."

	"It's a good idea, but I don't know if I can do it.  You don't know the
things she can make me do."

	"It's your only hope, Jacqui.  You need to either make that happen or
come with me now and move somewhere far away.  Do you understand that?"

	"Yes, I understand, but I'm afraid.  What if I try and fail?"

	"Then show her these."  I released her wrists and handed her a stack of
prints.

	"Where did you get these?  Her face is in nearly every one.  These could
get her fired, ruin her career, she'd lose everything.  Where did you get
these?"

	"No comment."

	"But...but...I remember this night.  It was the last time she put me in
the box.  She didn't take any pictures.  So where did you get these?  Who took
them?"

	"Like I said, no comment."

	She looked at me sharply.  "And how did you know where I was?  How did
you get in here today?  I was punished for that, you know--leaving the door
unlocked.  I hadn't done it.  I thought she had, but she didn't, did she."

	"Once again, no comment."

	"Have it your way.  Anyway, you'd better untie my ankles.  I have things
to do before Gayle gets home."

	"Are you sure you can handle her?"

	"Yes, I'm sure.  I know her well enough by now.  It's been a while since
she's done anything to please me.  It's about time she did."

	The pictures seemed to cause a transformation in her.  The old Jacqui
was coming back to the surface.  I hoped she'd manage to hang around in the
presence of Gayle.

	"Anything I can do to help?"

	"Leave me the pictures.  Other than that, I can handle it."
	I unfastened Jacqui's wrists and ankles, kissed her on the forehead and
departed.  I hoped she could pull it off.  I did drive down the alley the next
day.  There didn't appear to be a fresh hole dug in the back yard.

	Friday I took Rachel to the symphony.  It was their annual Beethoven's
9th concert.  Rachel loved Beethoven's 9th and had attended this concert every
year since high school.  I had been myself once or twice over the years and
tonight I enjoyed it quite as much as Rachel did.  Rachel had gone all out for
the concert to the limits of her budget.  She'd bought herself a rather fetching
black dress and wore the shoes she'd worn that memorable night at my house and
her best jewelry.

	On the way home, I asked her, "Rachel, why is it you get all dressed up
to go to the symphony, but you don't dress up for me."

	"Well, partly because the 9th is special, but mostly because you don't
ask me to.  I will do as I'm told, remember."

	"Oh."

	We stopped after the concert for dessert, then continued to my house. 
It was probably just as well that Rachel didn't dress up like this all the time. 
She looked so delicious I sort of hated to undress her.

	When we got to the house, I unlocked the front door and Rachel breezed
in and headed for the bathroom.  I wasn't fooled.

	"Rachel, come back here."

	"Oh, I forgot about the rules.  I had to go to the bathroom."

	"No, you didn't forget," I told her as I locked her collar in place. 
"You did that on purpose."

	"Well...but I did have to go."

	"You went at the restaurant.  Hands behind you."  I tied her wrists
behind her.  "Tonight you get to draw a blue envelope."  I stood Rachel in the
center of the main hall at the foot of the staircase.  "Don't move."

	I went upstairs and returned with the box of envelopes, as well as
Rachel's wrist and ankle cuffs and a short hobble chain.  I untied her wrists
and made her take her dress off then removed her bra and jewelry.  She was now
clad in shoes, stockings and panties.  I locked the cuffs on her wrists and
ankles and attached her ankle chain, then locked her wrists together.

	I held out the box.  Besides white envelopes, it now contained blue and
green envelopes.  "Choose a blue envelope."
	"What's in the blue envelopes?"

	"The blue envelope is a double.  It contains two cards."

	"Does it have to be double?"

	"You deliberately disobeyed.  You deserve at least a double."

	"So what are the green envelopes?"

	"Applications for clemency.  If you're very good from here on, perhaps
I'll let you have one.  Now choose an envelope."

	Rachel selected a blue envelope and opened it.  She pulled out one of
the cards and turned bright red as she read it.  She seemed reluctant to show it
to me.

	"Rachel, give me the card."

	She looked at the floor and handed it to me.  The heading read:

WALKIES

You will be leashed and taken for a walk
with your hands bound behind you and
your ankles chained.

	"Walk where?"

	"Around the neighborhood," I told her.  She turned red again and looked
at the floor.  I loved it when she did that.

	"If you're good, I'll let you put your dress back on.  Otherwise, you go
as you are."  This produced a positively flourescent blush from Rachel.  It had
the opposite effect on me. My face went white as all the blood in my body
congregated in one spot.

	"Bob, I can't."

	"You're doing a really bad job of doing as you're told.  You purposely
put yourself in this position.  You may not renege."

	"But..."
	"Keep it up and you'll forfeit your panties as well.  Now tell me what I
want to hear.  Do you need help from the woman in the mirror?"

	"No, I'll do as I'm told."

	"No contractions, Rachel.  Say it correctly.  You are only allowed to
say it correctly."

	"I will do as I am told."

	"Good.  See that you do.  Now read the other card."

	Rachel pulled the other card out of the envelope.  She actually gasped
as she read this one.  I held out my hand and she held out the card.  I thought
she had been blushing before.  She was looking at her shoes and didn't look up
as she held the card out.  I looked at the card:


PORTRAIT

You will sit to have
your portrait taken.

	"You're going to take pictures of me tied up, aren't you."

	"Yes, I am."

	"You're not really going to.  Please, no," Rachel whined.

	"Of course I'm really going to.  It's okay.  This time we get to keep
the negatives.  I'll let you know when I've made the arrangements."

	"Oh my god.  I can't believe you're really going to do this to me."

	"Rachel, say the phrase again."

	"I will do as I am told."

	"See that you do."
	"I know, but, oh my god."

	"Well, we'll worry about that later.  Right now, it's time for your
walk."  I latched her wrists behind her and snapped her leash on her collar.
	"But, my dress.  You can't take me out like this."

	"Rachel, I told you I'd put your dress on you if you were good.  So far
I'm not impressed.  If anything, I should take your panties."

	"NO!"

	"Rachel, I'm still not impressed."

	"I know but, it's just that, it's just..."

	I could tell I was pushing Rachel a bit far.  She would put up with
being spanked, gagged, tied up, being locked in a box or whatever.  What she had
problems with was those things which embarrassed her.  The reason we had had to
summon the lady in the mirror was not because she was to be spanked, but because
she had to ask to be spanked.  Tonight she had been unlucky enough to draw the
total embarrassment package--being walked in public, then submitting to a photo
session.  I really had no intention of taking her out without her dress.  The
idea was to relent and let her wear her dress.  Compared to going out naked,
being walked in her dress wouldn't seem quite so terrifying to her.

	"I'll tell you what I'll do.  I'll let you fill out a plea for clemency. 
If I'm satisfied with your answers, I'll let you wear your dress, but you'll
have to promise total obedience the rest of the night."

	"Alright."  Rachel was visibly relieved.  My plan had worked perfectly. 
She would submit to her walk.

	I unfastened her hands and told her to draw a green envelope.  I had her
sit at the breakfast table and fill it out.  I read the form after she finished


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                                                 Application for Clemency


Instructions
	Read over the entire form before you begin filling it out.  Answer each
question in order as completely and accurately as possible.  Every question must
be answered.  You may ask for assistance if necessary.  Acceptance of the
completed form will result in a grant of clemency.   Use the back of the form if
you need additional space.


1. What is the infraction for which you are to be punished?

	I deliberately left the entry hall without my collar or my hands tied.


2. Have you done this before?

	Yes, but not deliberately.

	2a. When?

	Several weeks ago.

	2b. How were you punished?

	I had to draw an envelope.  The card required me to choose my own
punishment, but I just couldn't, so I went home.  When I returned a couple weeks
later, the lady in the mirror asked
that I be spanked.  I was taken to the basement and locked in stocks.  Then I
had to beg to be punished.  I received a severe spanking.



3. What do you think would be an appropriate penalty for this infraction (do not
put 'none')?

	I think I'm being punished enough.  Being bound and walked in public on
a leash will be difficult for me.  Also,  I will have to pose for bondage
pictures, which also frightens me.


4. Why do you think punishment should be waived on this occasion?

	I feel that I'm undergoing a severe punishment as it is.  It won't be
easy for me to do these things.  I don't think I should have to go outside
naked.


5. What steps will you take to prevent a recurrence of this offense?

	I admit that I was purposely disobedient.  I understand that I deserve a
harsh punishment, but feel that what I am about to undergo more than qualifies. 
To be honest, I would much rather be spanked or hog tied for three days or
something.  I may forget again at some point in the future and enter the house
without proper bonds, but I promise I will never again do it on purpose.

6. What extra effort will you make to compensate for this transgression?

	I promise to be extremely obedient in the future.  I will do as I am
told.  If I ever do this again, I will accept whatever punishment is imposed.



	I was rather pleased with the way Rachel had filled out the form.  She
had admitted her guilt and was willing to surrender herself to the punishment I
required.  She had also filled out the whole thing in the first person--no help
from the lady in the mirror.  She had signed and dated the form.  I would file
it away to show to her if she ever reneged on the things she had promised in the
last two items.

	"Thank you, Rachel.  You did well.  Now, get your dress on, we're going
for a walk...No, leave the bra.  You don't get to wear that."

	Rachel was once again dressed for the symphony, except for the collar
and chains.  I locked her wrists behind her, snapped the leash in place and led
her toward the front door.  I stopped on the front porch.

	"One more thing," I told her.  "You are to remain silent unless I say
something to you that requires a response.  If you speak out of turn, you will
be gagged and we'll do the whole walk all over again.  Understand?"

	"Yes."

	"If you wish, I could gag you now.  Would you rather be gagged now?"

	"No."

	"Fine.  Come along then."

	Rachel's ankle chain was barely long enough for her to negotiate the
steps.  I held her arm as she worked her way down to the side walk.

	"Rachel, I want you to heel.  You will stay about two paces behind me
and stay centered on my hand so that the leash is straight."  I stepped in front
of her and ahead by about two paces.  "That's where I want you.  Maintain that
position relative to me.  Now, off  we go."

	I headed around the block.  I was going to circle my block and the next
one.  I could hear her ankle chain clinking gently and scraping along the
sidewalk.  I led her north for two blocks on the back side of the block, then
east to the front side of the block, then we headed back south.  In two blocks 
we would be back in front of the house.  So far, a couple of cars had slowed
down, but we hadn't met any pedestrians.  Now there was one coming toward us. 
He was about a block away and I couldn't tell much about him.

	As we drew nearer, I saw that it was a woman walking her dog.  She
stared open mouthed as she got within a few yards of us.

	"My pet doesn't mess the neighbors yards," I said as she drew parallel. 
She closed her mouth and looked away.  Rachel was staring at her shoes.

	When I got her back in the house, I got her out of her dress and shoes,
slung her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs.  It was a repeat of the day
when I had brought her home from the restaurant after she had been stared at by
Jacqui.  Rachel was as aroused as I was, and I wondered again about that.  Was
she turned on by being embarrassed, or was she turned on because I had made her
do something embarrassing?  I decided it must be the combination of the two.  I
had made her do other things, but that didn't seem to turn her on like this did.

	In the morning I took Rachel home so she would be there in time for
Gretchen's arrival.  On the way home, I drove by Gayle's house.  I noted that
both cars were there, but the order was reversed.  Gayle's Dodge was in first
with Jacqui's car behind it.  I thought about stopping, but decided against it.

	I took Rachel to lunch twice through the week, but otherwise things were
fairly quiet.  Friday I took Rachel out.  Gretchen was staying overnight with a
friend again.  I was beginning to think she was organizing these sleep overs to
give her mother the chance to stay over night with me.

	Rachel was extremely well behaved.  She did as she was told.  I was both
pleased and disappointed.  Saturday morning I took her home as usual.

	On Thursday, I got a call at work.

	"Bob, this is Jacqui.  Could you come by Gayle's house this evening?"

	"Jacqui, I'm really surprised to hear from you.  I didn't realize you
knew my work number."

	"I don't, but Gayle does.  She tells me everything."

	"So Gayle knows my work number."

	"Has it memorized.  Does that surprise you?  It shouldn't.  She used to
keep track of you and Rachel rather closely."

	"Used to?"

	"She now has other responsibilities.  She's much too busy for such
frivolities."

	"I see, I think."

	"So anyway, the reason I called, could you come over to Gayle's house
this evening?"

	"I guess I could.  What's up?"

	"I'll tell you when you get here.  Make it about 7:00"

	Curious, indeed.

	I arrived at Gayle's house promptly at 7:00.  This time I went to the
front door and rang the bell.  Jacqui opened the door.

	"Hi, Bob.  Come in."

	I stepped in.  "So what's going on?"

	"I want you to meet someone.  This is the new Gayle."

	Gayle was kneeling in the middle of the floor.  She was naked and her
arms were bound tightly behind her so that her elbows were nearly touching.  Her
ankles were tightly bound as well.  There was a collar around her neck.

	"Hello, Gayle," I said.  "I'm glad to meet you."  I didn't see that hate
in her eyes that had been there before.  Instead, I saw fear and maybe, just
maybe, a bit of remorse.  As I watched, a tear traced it's way down her cheek. 
Her body was erect and rigid.  It looked uncomfortable.

	"She looks rather..." I began.

	"Yes, she is, but I require proper posture and Gayle is anxious to
comply."

	"So how did this come about?"

	"I took your advice to heart.  I knew I would have to leave or turn the
tables on Gayle, so I set a trap for her.  I distributed the pictures you gave
me throughout the house.  I put a note on each one.  Just inside the door was
the picture of us on the floor.  The note said: Gayle being pleased by her
faithful friend.

	In the dining room was a picture of her whipping me.  The note said: The
ungrateful Gayle abuses her faithful friend.

	The next was the picture of her on the bed during her orgasm.  The note
said: Gayle's friend forgives her torment and pleases her again.
	The last one was the picture of me sitting in the box.  The note said:
Gayle responds to her friend's devotion with even greater cruelty.
	By this time she was in the bedroom and noticed that I was not where she
left me.  She called out to me and I answered, stepping into the room.  She
looked at me oddly in a combination of fear, anger, and desire.  I went over to
her, jerked her arms behind her, and locked a pair of handcuffs on her.  As you
can see, Gayle isn't a large woman.  Her advantage was always that her partners
would do as she told them.  She tried it again after she was collared.  She told
me I must take the collar off her and put it on myself, that that was the proper
order of things.  I laughed and pushed her on the bed, tying her ankles.  Then I
got the scissors and cut her clothes off.  I bound her more tightly and she
stayed that way for two days or more.  I was waiting for her to accept her new
reality.  Finally, she told me she accepted her new status and would obey me.  I
knew she wasn't sincere.  She just wanted to be untied so she could get the
upper hand again.  I untied her so she could learn the lesson she needed to
learn.  Once she was free, she tried to get me to take her collar off again. 
She talked soothingly, telling me if only I would allow her to bind my wrists
again, things could go back to how they used to be when we were happy.  She
walked slowly toward me, speaking soothingly of the pleasure she would bring me
once I was back in my collar.  She really is hypnotic.  She pulled my arms
gently behind me, and only when I felt the rope begin to encircle my wrists did
I break the spell.  I jerked my hands from hers and turned to face her.  I told
her that she was now the one in the collar.  I told her I knew well the pleasure
she could give, but also the pain.  I told her that she knew as well the
pleasure I could bring to her, and that I would leave her if she failed to obey
me.  I told her to turn and place her own hands behind her, and to my surprise,
she did.  I tied her wrists together and led her to the corner where I had been
punished so many times.  I tied the dangling rope around her wrists and hauled
them high.  She bent over and raised herself up on her toes as I had always done
when the rope pulled my arms ever higher and made my shoulders ache.  Then I
tied her feet and told her that I was disappointed in her attempt to return me
to her collar and that she was going to be punished.  I had learned a lot from
my punishments at her hands.  I knew I could cause her great pain and I did. 
This was when I made the discovery.  Like my claustrophobia, Gayle had her great
fear.  Hers was a fear of pain, of being rendered helpless and made to suffer.
This seemed odd to me since she so loved to do that to others, but it has a
weird sort of consistency.   I was surprised that she had so easily let me tie
her in the corner for her whipping, but I think she didn't really believe I
would do it.  She seemed to think she could inflict pain on others, but no one
would do it to her.  Now she knows otherwise.  She shrieked horribly through the
whipping I gave her, which was not so severe as even the mildest one she had
given me.  After that, she struggled desperately to avoid each punishment her
transgressions earned, until finally I was able to teach her the futility of
resistance.  She now understands that resistance brings greater pain than
compliance.  Now she submits to whatever correction I decide she needs.  Don't
you, Gayle?"

	"Yes."  Gayle's reply was a hoarse whisper.  It sounded to me like a
combination of fear and need, but it could have been that her collar was too
tight.

	"Gayle has told me everything, and some of it you need to know.  Gayle
wanted Rachel for herself.  She met Rachel when Gretchen first started at her
school.  Gayle is in her own way more perceptive than average.  She saw
something in Rachel that inflamed her desire.  Rachel, however,  was oblivious
and hardly remembered meeting Gayle."

	"Then Gayle learned that Rachel had been arrested for prostitution.  The
charges were obviously spurious, but Gayle saw her chance.  If she could get
Gretchen taken away from Rachel, she thought she could have Rachel to herself. 
With Gretchen out of the picture, she need only lure Rachel to her house and she
would be able to do to Rachel what she did to me, what she had done to others. 
Then you came on the scene.  You got Rachel a lawyer, got the charges dropped,
and got Gayle reprimanded.  But the worst was when Rachel gave herself to you. 
After the prostitution charge was thrown out, Gayle began stalking Rachel, and
the day she saw her leaving the house with you, a collar locked on her throat,
she knew Rachel was lost to her.  She went to your house and got pictures of
Rachel in chains, of Rachel serving your pleasure on her knees.  She began
plotting your downfall.  She sent the pictures to Rachel to break up the
relationship.  Once you were out of the way, she could once again go after
Rachel, and when she achieved her end, Rachel would be made to suffer for her
faithlessness.  I myself can attest that she would have suffered greatly."

	"But then you sent me to her.  She found me almost as desirable as
Rachel, and I had the advantage of availability. She liked me chained and
waiting for her when she got home.  I got off work before she did.  There is a
shackle bolted to the foot of her bed, and I was required to lock it about my
ankle each day when I arrived, so that I would be captive, awaiting her arrival. 
And I did it.  Each day when I arrived home, I locked myself in her shackle and
awaited her as her captive, except on my days off, when I would spend the entire
day bound or chained.  When she arrived home, I was required to please her,
which I did, then she would please me.  I was happy with the arrangement and
willingly submitted to the bondage she required.  Then came the day that I told
her about your visit, and things changed.  No longer would she please me after I
had served her.  I would instead be punished for what she saw as my
faithlessness.  I became the substitute for Rachel and she made me suffer all
the pain she wished to inflict upon Rachel for Rachel's indifference to her."

	"Then finally, she went too far, and now she is my captive, chained and
punished.  I'm not as cruel to her as she was to me.  When I am pleased with
her, I please her, and she taught me well to please her.  But when she fails,
when I am not pleased with her, I make my displeasure known to her and now she
learns well how to please me."

	"But to get back to your situation, Gayle has given up her fixation on
Rachel.  She now understands that I am all she needs, and that she must put all
her efforts into pleasing me.  I have also told her she must do penance for the
wrongs she has done you.  That's why I asked you here."

	Jacqui approached Gayle and wound her hand in Gayle's hair.  "Come with
me, Gayle."  Jacqui led Gayle toward me, and Gayle worked her way across the rug
on her knees the way I had seen Jacqui do the night I took the pictures.  Gayle
now knelt before me and Jacqui bent over her shoulder and unzipped my fly.

	"Okay, Gayle, get to work.  It's the least you can do to make up for all
the trouble you've caused."

	I could tell Gayle was utterly disgusted by what was being required of
her, but she did as Jacqui required.

	"I expect you to do a good job.  If Bob isn't satisfied with your
effort, you'll have to do it again, and it takes a lot longer the second time,
so do it right the first time."

	I felt I was being used here, but there was such a feeling of justice
having Gayle's head bobbing away in my lap that I didn't raise any objection. 
It wasn't like I hadn't tried to use Jacqui.

	"Swallow, Gayle, swallow it all," Jacqui instructed as I spurted into
Gayle's mouth.  When Gayle had finished swallowing, she turned and headed out of
the room.  She had gotten as far as the dining room when she threw up.

	"You're going to have to lick that up, Gayle," Jacqui called to her. 
Gayle groaned and rolled onto her side.  She began licking at the mess she had
made, but progress was slow.  Jacqui finally got a bucket and mop and cleaned it
up.  I zipped my pants and waited to see what else would happen.

	Jacqui returned from putting the mop away.  She had one more surprise
for me.

	"Bob, Gayle should be rebuked for rejecting your gift.  Would you like
to whip her yourself?"

	I wasn't all that turned on by the idea of whipping Gayle, especially
since I was somewhat enervated by the blow job, but that wasn't what this was
about.  I did feel a need for Gayle to fear me.  I gave in to my baser instincts
and stood.  "Yes, I'll whip her.  Will you untie her, please."

	Jacqui untied Gayle, who remained kneeling as she had been.

	"Gayle, stand up and come over here."

	Gayle stood up stiffly and tottered over to me.  She looked so small and
pitiful standing there.  This was not the person who had beaten Jacqui so
savagely.  This was someone else.  Just the same, she would suffer for Gayle's
sins.

	"Hold your hands out and cross your wrists," I said and bound her wrists
tightly as she complied.

	"Now, into the bedroom."

	I watched Gayle as she walked ahead of me.  I could feel her fear.  She
knew I had good reason to be angry with her.

	I tied the rope to Gayle's wrists, which were bound in front, and pulled
them high over her head.  Her heels rose off the floor as I pulled her higher
and tied off the rope.  Jacqui handed me a short whip and I stood in front of
Gayle and looked into her eyes.
	"I"m sorry," Gayle said softy.  "I know I've wronged you, but that's
over now.  Look at me, naked and helpless.  There's no need for you to hurt me. 
I'm no threat to you now.  Look at me, look at my body.  Don't you want me?  I
could serve you.  I could please you.  You don't want to hurt me, do you?  Just
untie me and you can have me.  You can have me.  Just untie me..."

	This was the old Gayle.  She was very good.  She spoke in a soft
soothing tone that was as hypnotic as Jacqui had said.  It was quite an
education watching her work.  Considering how she felt about men, she was very
convincing.  Would Rachel have succumbed to her?   Possibly.

	Being of a somewhat logical mind, I had spotted the fallacy in Gayle's
argument.  "Gayle, I can have you anyway, can't I?...Answer me, Gayle."

	"Yes," she whispered so softly I could barely hear her.

	"Good.  Now that that's settled, we will proceed."

	"No, don't.  Please.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry.  I won't do it
anymore.  Don't hurt me.  Please don't hurt me.  I can't stand pain.  I'm sorry. 
Please..."

	Her manner had changed entirely.  She was pleading and whimpering,
desperately struggling against her bonds.  I looked at Jacqui.  "Does she do
this every time?"

	"She did at first, but lately she hasn't been this bad.  It's you.  She
hated you, but she was also terrified of you.  The day you got in her car
frightened her more than you know.  The hate and fear sort of go together.  One
of her greatest fears in life was to be in exactly the predicament she's in now. 
I'm not surprised she's terrified."

	Gayle had continued her pleading during my exchange with Jacqui.  Enough
of this.  I gave Gayle a stiff stroke to her backside.  Her scream echoed off
the walls and rang in my ears.

	"This is going to be a noisy one," Jacqui commented, "better gag her."

	I took the gag Jacqui handed me and forced it into Gayle's mouth, then
went to work on her in earnest.  I didn't have Gayle's finesse, but I was a lot
stronger than she was.  The thought of her doing this to Rachel made me angry
and I expressed my anger on Gayle's body.  When I had covered her backside, I
worked on the front, knees to nipples.

	I let Gayle down and removed her gag.  She lay on the floor, gasping and
crying.  I looked at her, looked at her body laying before me naked and
helpless.  No, I didn't want her.  I didn't want her to touch me.  I wanted to
leave, but there was one last thing..

	Gayle lay on her side, trying to cover her face with her bound hands. 
"Gayle, look at me."

	She looked up blurrily at me through reddened eyes.  "Gayle, I'm sure
you'll never forget this day.  I want you to remember one other thing.  After I
leave here tonight, if I ever so much as hear your name again, I will find you
and I will do this again."
	Gayle shrank from me.  I turned to Jacqui.  "I need to leave."

	"I understand.  Thank you for coming."  She handed me an envelope as I
turned to go.

	I left feeling sick at heart and soiled.  Jacqui had had her revenge. 
She had discovered Gayle's greatest fear and made it a reality.  I told myself
that at least we had Gayle out of our hair, but I was worried about the price I
had paid.  When I had been dating Karen, I had felt superior to her former
husband who used to beat her.  What he had done to her was mere brutality,
whereas when I beat a woman it was erotic.  She would give herself to me and I
would bind her and give her the gift of surrender that she needed.  I was not
merely satisfying my own needs but hers as well.  Tonight had been different.  I
hoped I wouldn't make a habit of it.

	When I got home, I opened the envelope.  I had almost forgotten it.  My
mood was such when Jacqui had given it to me that I wasn't even curious as to
what was in it, but the dark cloud of emotions had dissipated somewhat on the
way home.  The envelope contained pictures of Gayle.  I looked at them with
increasing interest.  There were pictures of Gayle bound, Gayle being whipped,
Gayle laughing hysterically as she was tickled, Gayle weeping in a pair of
fierce nipple clamps.  Pictures of Gayle showing fear, terror, laughter. 
Pictures of Gayle pleading, smiling, begging, cajoling.  I noticed that there
was a progression to them.  Jacqui had numbered them and if viewed in order,
they showed the progress of Gayle's transformation.

	The first one was of Gayle on her knees, hands bound behind her.  Her
eyes smouldered as she gazed at the camera.  Jacqui had captured her essence on
film.  You could see the power in her eyes and knew it would be dangerous to
untie this woman.  Slowly, from photograph to photograph, she changed, until at
last she was the Gayle who had been kneeling on the floor when I had arrived. 
This was the face of someone who would do as she was told.

	I had been an amateur photographer on and off throughout my life.  I
knew a thing or two about photography and one of the things I knew was when I
was looking at work that was way better than mine.  I had intended to photograph
Rachel myself, but after seeing these, I changed my mind.  If Jacqui could
capture the essence of Rachel the way she had Gayle, I had to have pictures like
that.

	I was sitting at my usual table the next day at 12:30.  Jacqui was
surprised to see me.

	"You go to lunch at 1:00?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Come sit with me.  I have a proposition for you...no, not that kind," I
said in response to her sly grin.

	Shortly after 1:00 Jacqui slid into the seat next to mine.

	"So what's up?"

	"I looked at your pictures.  You're very good."

	"Thanks.  I thought yours were good, too, especially considering the
conditions under which you took them."

	"They're okay, but yours are better.  I want you to shoot Rachel."

	"Will Rachel agree to that?"

	"She already has."  I explained about the card.

	"Good.  I'd love to shoot Rachel.  Gayle wasn't the only one attracted
to her, but you knew that.  This may sound weird, but one of the things I wanted
to do was take her picture."

	Jacqui had a friend who would let her use his studio.  We made
arrangements to meet there Saturday evening.

	Saturday evening when I went to pick up Rachel, Gretchen answered the
door.

	"She's still dressing," Gretchen informed me.  "She'll be out in a
minute.  Want something to drink?"

	"No, thanks, Gretchen."

	"So where are you guys going?"

	"To visit a friend of mine."

	"My mom's getting awfully dressed up just to go visiting."

	"It's a special friend."

	"Must be."

	Rachel emerged from the hall.  "Hi, Bob.  I'll be ready as soon as I get
my gloves."

	"She bought some long gloves," Gretchen informed me.  "You made her get
them, didn't you, so they'd hide the rope marks."

	"Gretchen, behave yourself," Rachel shrilled.  Gretchen was having fun
needling her mother.

	"If I don't, can Bob spank me?"

	"Gretchen!" we both screeched.  Now she was doing it to me, too.

	"Sorry.  So, are you two going to be out all night?"

	"I don't know," Rachel replied, "but I want you to behave while I'm
gone.  Don't stay up too late."

	"You look really cool, Mom.  You should have him tie you up and take
your picture."

	"Gretchen, stop it."

	"Sorry."

	I hustled Rachel out of the house before Gretchen could make another
crack.  Did Gretchen know where I was taking her mother?  Her remark had to have
been coincidental.  Didn't it?

	Rachel slipped into her gloves once she was in the car.  I felt guilty
about her buying the gloves.  I knew she was on a tight budget.  I didn't want
her spending her money on clothes to please me.  Making sure she was able to
adequately provide for Gretchen was more important than dressing for me. 
Besides, there were other ways she could please me--ways that didn't require
clothes.

	All that notwithstanding, I had asked Rachel to dress this evening as
she had on that first Saturday she had spent at my house.  I wanted a picture of
her in this outfit that was of better quality than the one Gayle had taken.

	"Where are we going?" Rachel asked me.

	"It's a surprise."

	I drove down to the old industrial district that I had suggested
visiting the afternoon when we had first had lunch where Jacqui worked.  I
pulled up in front of a small two story brick storefront.  There were two doors
on the front of the building, one in the center and one on the far right.  I
guided Rachel to the one on the right.

	"I think I'm a bit overdressed for the neighborhood," Rachel commented.

	Once inside the door, we were confronted with a steep stairway that led
to a door on the second floor.  At the top of the stairs we halted and I locked
Rachel in her collar and cuffs, then locked her wrists behind her and attached
her ankle chain and leash.  She now looked as she did when I had led her down
the stairs.

	"Gretchen was right, wasn't she."
	"You'll see--maybe," I said as I tied a blindfold in place.  I opened
the door and led her in.  The place was dark except for one overhead track light
which illuminated a three foot circle on the floor.  I positioned Rachel in the
center of the light.  The light was a slightly in front of Rachel and shone down
at an angle so that if she looked up, her face would be fully illuminated and if
she looked down it would be in shadow.

	"Tell me what you will do," I said as I got Rachel in position.

	"I will do as I am told," she responded.

	"Good.  Now don't move."

	Jacqui turned the light out, plunging the room into near darkness.  I
removed Rachel's blindfold and stepped away.

	Jacqui flipped on the light.  Rachel closed her eyes, which had become
dark adapted in the blindfold.  The sudden brilliance blinded her.

	Rachel opened her eyes and looked down, then slowly looked up as her
eyes adjusted to the light.  She looked around was but unable to see anything
beyond the circle in which she stood.  Jacqui clicked away, catching a range of
lighting on Rachel's face.

	"Bob...Bob?" Rachel called after a minute or two.  She moved to the edge
of the circle, which took her two steps with the ankle chain.

	"Gag her," Jacqui whispered.

	"Rachel, didn't I tell you not to move?" I demanded as I reached her
side.  I repositioned her in the center of the circle, then gagged her.  Jacqui
snapped a few more shots, then waited quietly.  After a bit, Rachel began to
show signs of concern and impatience.  Jacqui took a few more shots.  Then I
removed Rachel's gag and her dress.  Things proceeded from there.  Jacqui added
a bit more lighting from the sides and continued photographing Rachel as she was
slowly undressed.  Throughout the process, I had gotten her to smile, to laugh,
to show surprise, irritation, and several shades of embarrassment (her
specialty).

	Rachel was now naked except for her stockings.  I had a thing for
stockings so they would stay.  It was time for the final series of photos. 
Rachel was going to cry for me.

	I led her to a spot between two posts where a horizontal bar was
positioned overhead.  I told her to raise her arms and tied each wrist to the
bar about three feet apart then bound her ankles.

	"Rachel, you know you failed to do as you were told, don't you.  You
were told not to move and you tried to leave the circle."
	"Yes, I know," she said ever so softly.

	"Tonight we'll forego the envelope and settle for a simple spanking."

	"Bob...no.  Not here, not like this."

	I let her plead for a bit as Jacqui captured the moment, then began. 
The first stroke produced a wail of despair.  Tears and begging came not long
after.

	I untied Rachel, kissed her gently, dressed her, and led her away.

	In the morning we decided to head over to Rachel's house and have
breakfast with Gretchen.  Gretchen wasn't up yet when we got there.  She showed
up about the time the food was ready.  Rachel winced as she sat down.

	"Looks like at least one of us didn't behave herself last night,"
Gretchen commented.  Rachel turned red, but didn't say anything. 

	  Wednesday I had lunch with Jacqui again.  She handed me a package.

	"This contains all the negatives, a complete set of proof sheets, and
prints of the two dozen or so best ones."

	We looked through them together.  They were everything I hoped they'd
be.  My two favorites were one of Rachel in her gown looking somewhat puzzled
and slightly embarrassed.  The other showed her naked and looking totally
embarrassed.

	"By the way," Jacqui said, "did I tell you I have Gayle's pictures?"

	"No, you didn't."

	"They're not too bad.  Either one of us could do better, but they're
adequate.  Besides pictures of me, there a number of other women.  I thought
there would be others.  That's one of the reasons I made her tell me where they
were."

	"Do you know who the others are?"

	"No, but she'll tell me.  If I can track any of them down, I think I'll
give them an opportunity to spend a night with Gayle."

	"Sounds risky."

	"I know.  I'm still working on the details.  I think I'll keep the keys
to her handcuffs.  Besides, I intend to be present.  I want pictures."

	I thanked Jacqui and left.

	Friday night I had Rachel over.  We sat in the living room and looked
through her pictures.  Although she had been embarrassed about having them
taken, she was vain enough to want to see them.  Jacqui had done a good job. 
She had captured much of whatever it was that was Rachel and in some ways it
gave Rachel a vision of herself that she had never had before.

	"Oh my god!" Rachel exclaimed as she looked at the next to last picture. 
I had put a couple of ringers in the deck.  "That's Gayle.  She's tied up."

	It was the first of the series of pictures Jacqui had given me, the one
of Gayle with the burning eyes.

	"Look at her.  Look at her eyes.  What happened to her?  Who tied her
up?  Did you do that?"

	"No, it wasn't me."

	"Look at her.  Even tied up she's scary."

	"On my...oh my."  Rachel was looking at the last picture, which was the
last in the series of Gayle.  It was an identical pose.  Gayle knelt exactly as
she had in the other picture, tightly bound exactly like the other picture.  The
difference was her face.  This picture was the new Gayle.  "What happened to
her?"

	"It's a long story.  The short version is that she's met someone who has
had a great influence on her.  She won't be troubling you again."

	"I can believe that.  Just look at her.  It's hard to believe she's the
same person."

	"I wonder if she is."

	I took the two pictures of Gayle from Rachel, put them in a large ash
tray, and set them alight.

	"Why did you do that?"

	"As a symbol.  Gayle wanted you, you know.  That's what this whole thing
was about.  If she had had her way, it would be you in those pictures kneeling
naked and bound in her living room."

	"With a woman?  Yuck."

	"Well, she's gone now.  She won't be troubling you again.  I've burned
her up and she's gone."   Not entirely, of course.  I still had a full set of
prints.
	"So," I asked her, "what would you like to do with the rest of your
evening?"

	A sly little smile came over her face and she said, "Why don't you serve
us some drinks?"

	"What a fine idea.  Wait here, I'll be back."

	I returned a few minutes later with a tray bearing two glasses.  I set
my drink off, then held the tray in front of Rachel.

	"You are served," I informed her.  On the tray next to her drink lay the
spanking warrant.

Copyright 2002

By Harold

Haroldx@eudoramail.com