MELROSE PLACE: BLONDAGE by Adrian Hunter I probably didn't need to tie a knot between every set of eyelets when I laced up the leather arm binder, but Jane deserves nothing but the best. Especially as she seems to be on her best behavior. Finally. And the knots certainly helped hold it together once I got over her elbows. I crisscrossed the shoulder straps across her chest, pulled them tight behind her, then buckled the ends to the back of the binder. I think she moaned, but it was hard to tell, what with the deluxe trainer and all. The guy at the Pleasure Chest was right; all the extra straps really made it special. And the penis gag was a nice touch. Boy, she's sure unstable on those heels. Glad I sprung for the shoe locks. "Hold still, Jane. This is the hard part." The thin chain started at the bottom of the binder where her hands were laced into a tight ball. It took a little work, but I eventually threaded it through the three hoops holding together her freshly-pierced labia. From there, it was easy; up over her groin and stomach, then attach the end to the chain dangling between her new nipple rings. "Aren't you glad we practiced standing still?" I had to admit, the sculpted leather binder looked great wrapped around Jane's well-toned legs from her ankles to the very top of her thighs, although I'm afraid those knots are going to take forever to untie. And I could tell by the way her butt bulged that I might have tugged the upper laces a bit too tight. No great loss. When I stood back to admire my work, Jane glared at me with murder in her eyes. Like I really gave a shit. No, she'd had this coming for a long, long time. And I was going to make every second as miserable as possible. Extreme bondage suits her well. The black leather plays well off her milky skin and white blonde hair. Great boobs, great butt . . . the perfect pet. Here, pussy, pussy. I sat back on the couch and laughed out loud. It had all been so impossibly easy. Jane had slugged down several glasses of wine, never aware each one had been spiked with a ground-up Valium. Once she had crashed -- and I mean crashed -- it didn't take long to lock her into the "Spanker's Delight" harness. As she lay on the bed in oblivion, I strapped the cuffs around her wrists and thighs, then worked on the chastity belt with its nasty plugs for her pussy and her asshole, and put it all together with some of Master's well-named padlocks. But it wasn't nearly enough. No, nothing's good enough for precious Jane. So I rolled her on her stomach, cuffed her ankles and locked them with her wrists and thighs so her legs were bent back in a nice hogtie. The gag harness went on next, customized with two long chains trailing off the strap across her forehead. I pulled them backward so she had to look at the spot just below where the wall meets the ceiling, then locked the ends in the padlock with the cuffs. As a vibrator, it wasn't much, but it had come with some interesting ticklers. I slipped on the one with the long, stiff spines, turned in on low, and went to work first on her ass, then the soles of her feet. God, it took a while, but she finally woke up. And boy, was she hot. In more ways than one. She really went to work on those plugs, arching her back and pushing them deep into her no-longer-private places. But then, maybe it had something to do with those little metal studs on the ends of the whip's leather strips. "Hi, Jane," I said when I was tired. "Aren't you glad to see me?" I could tell that she wasn't going to enjoy the rest of the day. After I convinced her that fighting back was a big mistake (although I had to start heating the branding iron), I took off her restraints, let her eat a little food and made sure she attended to her biological needs. Then we moved into the extra bedroom where I had hung the pulley from the ceiling and screwed two eyebolts into the floor. With her legs spread wide and her arms way up over her head, Jane looked like a cheerleader frozen in a jump. Stretched to the max and standing on her tiptoes, the best word to use to describe her muscles was tense. "I just hate body hair, don't you?" I took my time with the razor, especially around her pussy. When I was done, I really really wanted to whip her some more, but damn, there just wasn't enough time. Besides, piercing had its own rewards. And there we are. Now it's just a matter of minutes before my friends show up with their moving truck. Yes, it's time for Jane to leave Melrose Place. Time to visit a new place, a faraway land where men are men and women are, well, chattel. The doorbell rang. "Hello, Abdul. Did you bring the check?" "Of course. And the merchandise?" "Right behind me and ready for a first-class flight as luggage on the midnight plane to Baghdad." "So I see. Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Sidney." I gave the Iraqi my most lovable smile. "Can I interest you in another blonde?"