B & D ACADEMY 3 | free bondage story

The car ride was short and predictable. When the trunk was finally opened Mariko was right where she had expected to be, just outside the garage. Mariko blinked her eyes against the glaire of the setting sun as she looked up at the three oriental guards. Mariko's personal attendedents (Mariko began to think of them as her very own "Three Stooges") pulled her out of the trunk and stood her up to loosen the hobble. After they had her legs separated, she was pulled towards the house leaving Courtney behind with Allison. The four girls entered through a door in the side of the house and passed through the kitchen where a large meal was being prepared. Once again, no one paid any attention to Mariko's plight as she was quickly pushed out into the hall leading to the elevator. Mariko's high heeled, riding boots made almost no sound as she walked down the long, carpeted hall. (she was surprised at how she was becoming accustom to walking in the boots) When they stopped in front of the elevator and waited for it to arrive, she was able to look past the guards and into a large hall mirror at herself. She shook her head in disgust at her own naivete. In the mirror stood the reflection of an exhausted looking, dust covered girl with a rumpled riding outfit. Mariko looked at herself and blushed with embarrassment as she examined the smiling, cherry red lips carefully drawn on the tape sealing her own lips. It seems it wasn't only Courtney who had received Allison's attention with the lipstick.

The guards pushed Mariko into her room and set about releasing her. One of the girls took a strange pair of scissors out of her pocket. They looked something like barbers scissors except the blades were shorter and rounder and on the tip of one blade was a blunt flattened area. The girl pushed this blunt part up between the tape and Mariko's cheek and cut through the tape. After she had sniped through the tape the stickiness of the tape kept it firmly plastered over Mariko's mouth but most of the strain was gone. Meanwhile, another of the girls unpinned the keys from Mariko's necktie and handed them to the third girl who was, at that moment releasing the handcuffs from the clip holding them in the center of Mariko's back. They deftly removed the leather gloves from Mariko's hands and she savored the new found joy of being able to wiggle her thumbs. At this point, one of the girls spoke in halting English,

"You make bath... 30 minutes all done. Okay? she said. Mariko nodded, she was much too tired to fight.

"We bring clothes later okay?" Mariko nodded again.

"Fine, fine," she mumbled through the gag.

With that, the guard with the keys placed them on the table and the three girls turned and left the room. Mariko could hear them bolting the door from the outside. Mariko slumped in one of the two small, sturdy wooden chairs in the room and let her head drop to her chest for a moment. Then her stubborn resolve began to surface again.

"They aren't gonna break me!" she thought. "I'll never give in... never tell them about Ivan and the formulas, even if they keep me like this forever! Hmmnn, Forever... now that's an interesting thought..." Mariko tried to visualize herself at eighty, the mental picture of herself trying to blow out her birthday candles with a gag in her mouth made her chuckle to herself. "Naw, it'd never happen. I'll bust outa this joint before they know I'm gone!"

Mariko suddenly realized that she was wasting precious time. A bath would be wonderful, not to mention getting out of these horrible clothes. She managed to pluck the handcuff key from the table with surprising ease. With her thumbs free she made short work of the handcuffs even with them still secured behind her back. She dropped the cuffs and keys on the table and went after the tape that was wound around her head. Mariko pulled the tape slowly off her mouth. As it was, she felt her skin being pulled by the stubborn cling of the tape but finally, as she reached the section over her lips and chin where the adheasive was dampened by her own drool, the tape popped off her mouth. She gingerly, with two fingers, pulled the gross, soggy mass of foam rubber ball out of her mouth with an unintentional groan and dropped it on the table after having second thoughts about the floor.

"No telling when we'll meet again." she said to no one in particular.

She had a heck of a time pulling the tape from where it stuck to the back of her neck. It was inevitable that the short thin hairs that clung to the tape would go with it but at least Mariko could be more gentle then the Three Stooges would have been. Next came the necktie, Mariko took great pleasure in pulling it loose from her neck and she savored the refreshing coolness of the air on her neck as she unbuttoned the collar of the shirt.

"I can't understand how men can stand wearing those things!" she thought briefly.

Mariko quickly removed the rest of her riding clothes stumbling only on the wire holding her jacket closed. When she removed the sweater vest she had expected that her nipples would surly be worn down to nothing but they were completely unblemished somewhat to Mariko's surprise, although they were a little bit more sensitive then usual. They even began to stand at attention as the cool air from the room caressed them. After she peeled off the riding britches she examined the little pinch lines that had been caused by the overly tight rubber lining. Mariko wondered if that was what a girdle felt like, if it was, she just thanked heavens that she didn't live 20 years ago when they were part of every woman's "uniform". At last, she was able to get at the things that definitely were not part of every woman's wardrobe. She examined the Ben-wa balls for a moment before putting them on top of the sweater on the table.

"Weren't these invented by the Japanese?" she wondered to herself, then shrugged it off. "At least the day wasn't a total disaster..." she smiled.

As she had expected, the bath was heaven. The hot soapy water did wonders on her tired aching muscles as it closed over her shoulders. Mariko sat like this for some time, submerged up to her chin in the tub as she studied her surroundings. She had not spent much time in this room since she had arrived, only to sleep (although not always) and to bathe. Up until then she had been forcibly bathed by the stooges, this was the first time the bath was a pleasant experience. The room she was in now could be considered her bathroom. It was only supplied with a commode, that was directly in line with the door, a bathtub and a sink. Actually, there wasn't a door, just a large opening in the wall that led out into the main room. You could consider it a door, Mariko supposed, only there was no door to close. The tub Mariko still occupied was against the wall beside the toilet. High on the opposite wall was an industrial air dryer like the kind in public washrooms and the small sink. There were no other accouterments in her bathroom.

The main room of her "suite" was just as sparsely furnished. There was the bed, a pedestal arrangement with a thin mattress on it. At various points around the base were small steel rings set on hinges. The use of those were certainly obvious to all concerned. There also was a sturdy table and two wooden chairs. The door to the hallway was opposite the door to the bathroom.

"Whoever designed this dump sure didn't have privacy in mind!" grumbled Mariko.

The water was beginning to cool off, so Mariko reluctantly decided it was time to get out. She went over to the dryer and gave the button a punch. Immediately she was surrounded by hot swirling air. She knew that it would not take very long to dry off under this rush of air, even with her long hair. As she was finishing up, she heard the door unlock and open up. One of the stooges appeared behind her and handed Mariko a toothbrush. Mariko obediently scrubbed her teeth under the watchful eye of the guard and when she was finished she handed the brush back to the guard who conducted the nude girl out into the main room where the other two waited patiently. One held a black silk dress in one hand and a pair of black high heel shoes in the other.

"You want us go sit you in dressing chair now?" the first guard asked Mariko.

"No, that won't be necessary, I've had my fill of fighting for today, thank you... I'll dress myself." replied Mariko. Mariko put the things on as the guard handed them to her. First came the lacy black garter belt, then the natural colored silk stockings. Mariko had never put on stockings before, (She had worn them before but she had some unappreciated assistance in putting them on) but she didn't have any trouble figuring out what went where. Next came a pair of matching bikini panties with little ribbon ties, one on either hip. Mariko tied these as tight as she could, a little precaution to avoid an embarrassing moment later on. The guard handed her the dress and Mariko stepped into it from the rear and pulled it up. When the guard had zipped it up the back Mariko discovered that this too must have been made especially for her. The dress was a black silk frock, very tight in all the wrong places, (Only in Mariko's opinion... Certainly nobody else's!) with a deep V-neck that showed plenty of cleavage before ending just below her bustline, and spaghetti straps. The hemline stopped about mid thigh and just barely covered the tops of her stockings. Mariko hoped she wouldn't have to do much bending. The guard handed her the shoes and Mariko sat on the chair to put them on. These were open toe sandals with thin ankle straps and heels that were even higher and thinner then the boots she had suffered with all afternoon. When Mariko stood up her weight was precariously pitched forward and she had to grab the guard's shoulders for support. She became gradually accustom to the shoes and walked unsteadily around a little for practice. One of the stooges stopped her and handed her a beautiful pearl choker and matching earrings which Mariko was happy to put on. These were followed by a pair of black opera gloves that stretched well above her elbows when she had finally worked them on. The other two stooges stood behind Mariko on either side and when she finished putting on the gloves, they simultaneously grabbed both her arms and pulled them roughly behind her back.

"This isn't necessary! I'm cooperating!" Mariko winced.

The girls ignored her pleas as they encircled her wrists with a black plastic tie-wrap and wretched it down tight around her wrists. They repeated the procedure on her elbows with another tie wrap pulling them tightly together. The girls weren't finished yet as they used two smaller wraps to pin Mariko's middle fingers and even her thumbs together after which they used a pair of cutters to remove the unsightly excess plastic wrap. Then one of them lifted a white ball gag over Mariko's head from behind and dropped it in front of her face. The three girls laughed at her as she, without thinking, opened her mouth to accept the gag only to have the girl buckle the strap loosely around her neck so the ball rested on her chest. The girls motioned Mariko to sit on the chair and she complied, finding, much to her distress, that her dress immediately slid up around her hips and exposed her stocking tops. Mariko didn't have long to wait in this uncomfortable pose as the door opened and in strode the make-up woman.

"Oh, I see you're being a good girl!" said the make-up woman as she spread her tools out on the table.

"Well I'm trying," replied Mariko. "By the way, since we seem to have become such fast friends, I'm kind of upset that we haven't been properly introduced. I think you should know my name is Mariko Aniko. I'm afraid I don't know what your name is though." The Make-up woman looked at Mariko for a long moment.

"You may call me Ma'am," came her measured reply "You know, like in: Yes ma'am or No ma'am... Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Mariko felt particularly foolish calling this woman, who was no more then three or four years older then herself, Ma'am. The Make-up woman... "Ma'am" ...was busy adding all the touches to Mariko's face, a little blush and eyeliner and of course the mandatory red lip-gloss. When she had finished she nodded to the guards who began fiddling with the gag strap.

"Ma'am, couldn't we pass on the gag this time? It is dinner time after all." said Mariko.

"Nope, afraid not. We are still required to remind you to keep your mouth shut." came the reply.

"How about if I cross my heart?

"Nope. Besides, the white of the gag really shows off those pretty lips of yours." said Ma'am. "Now don't smear your lipstick!"

"But... ULP!" Mariko was cut short as the ball passed into her mouth and was buckled tightly behind her head under her hair. Ma'am clipped a thin leather leash around Mariko's neck and with a light pull, coaxed Mariko to her feet.

"Come along dear," Ma'am said as she led Mariko towards the door. "its almost time for cocktails!"

Mariko clumsily followed Ma'am out into the hall. She had to concentrate on her pace as Ma'am didn't seem to be paying much attention to her plight. Mariko could probably have balanced well enough on the spike heels under normal circumstances, but with her arms tightly locked behind her back by the plastic tie wraps and unable to provide any assistance in her counterbalance, she was helpless to resist the light but steady tug of the leash around her neck. Mariko had been pulled off balance by the initial tug as they had exited her "suite" and Ma'am kept the pressure on her as they walked down the hall. She found herself in the untenable position of more or less "careening" along behind Ma'am. She had no way to check her forward motion because the height of her heels kept her leaning precariously forward. Ma'am stopped abruptly at the elevator doors and Mariko suddenly realized to her horror that she was about to crash into her from behind. Before she could grunt any warning though, Ma'am, with the practiced ease of experience, casually took one step to the side and Mariko crashed headlong into the doors of the elevator with a resounding thud. Ma'am steadied Mariko back up and smiled innocently at her.

"Are you all right My Dear?" She asked the stunned (but unhurt) Mariko.

"Yeph!" Mariko replied with some annoyance. The ball in her mouth was smaller then usual and really not too terribly uncomfortable at all. Mariko knew that it would not prevent her from making loud noises but it was certainly effective in preventing anything intelligible from passing her lips.

"You should really make an effort to learn how to walk on those shoes, Dear. Why don't you give it a go right here, while we are waiting for the elevator?" said Ma'am as she nodded with her head for Mariko to walk about in a circle around her. Mariko sighed and began to walk slowly around Ma'am.

"Put your head up! shoulders back! chest out!! You're a beautiful girl Mariko, you should be proud of it, Walk proud!" These compliments didn't really do much for her self esteem, but that was understandable under the circumstances. Being led around by a leash doesn't help one's ego very much.

Finally, mercifully, the elevator doors opened and Ma'am motioned Mariko inside, then followed her aboard. The practice had helped as Mariko was beginning to feel a little more comfortable with the height of her new footwear. When they reached their floor Mariko found herself walking with more and more ease as they strolled down the hall towards the back entrance to the library. When they arrived, Ma'am knocked on the double doors and hearing no reply, opened them and pulled Mariko in after her. At this point she dropped Mariko's leash and quietly shut the doors behind them.

"We're a little early, the others will be here soon and we can make our grand entrance." Ma'am said as she was hooking the end of Mariko's leash to what looked like a parrot's perch in one corner of the room. Mariko casually leaned back and pulled the leash taught while Ma'am looked away for a moment and she discovered, (not really to anyone's surprise by now) that the perch was firmly implanted in the floor.

"I guess there'll be no browsing through the books tonight!" she thought. Ma'am glanced at her watch as she approached Mariko.

"If I take this thing out of your mouth for a while, do you promise no nonsense?" she asked. Mariko nodded vigorously.

"Will you keep quiet and take it back in when I say, with no back-talk?" Mariko nodded even harder. (although perhaps not quite as sincerely)

"Very well, just to show you I'm not completely heartless, Turn around." Mariko joyfully complied and Ma'am quickly unhooked the gag and let it drop from Mariko's mouth. She re-hooked the buckle on the last notch as it hung around the Japanese woman's neck and turned her around and dabbed at the dribble on her chin with a hanky.

"Remember your promise!" Ma'am warned again as she returned to the couch.

"I will..." said Mariko as she reveled in the unaccustomed joy of an unpacked mouth. "... and thank you Ma'am."

"Your welcome Dear, now please be quiet! I didn't say I wanted to chat with you." Ma'am said

Ma'am sat leafing through some magazines on the table for a time while Mariko amused herself by shifting her weight from side to side and wiggling her tongue. Then suddenly, Ma'am got up and turned towards the door that they had recently entered and started to leave the room.

"You stay put and keep that lip zipped Y'hear? I'm going to see what is keeping everyone." she said as she headed out the door.

"Yes Ma'am!"

Mariko stood alone in the room now and she took this time to really examine her surrounding. The room looked as big as her mouth felt now that it was unfettered by the white ball. There were literally hundreds of old books of every possible shape and size adorning the bookcases surrounding the room. There were several overstuffed leather couches and an large antique desk in the center of the room. Mariko was a little surprised by the obviously masculine decor of this room as opposed to the rest of the house.

"That girl sure is full of surprises!" Mariko said out loud to herself, just a test so she could be sure she wasn't dreaming and really could talk. She could faintly hear footsteps approaching from down the hall in the same direction that she had recently passed. It struck Mariko as funny, how obvious the sound of fettered feet was beginning to sound to her. She was certain that she would soon be joined by another bound girl and she had little doubt who that bound girl would be. The door flung open and in stumbled (can you guess?) Courtney. Mariko had all she could do to retain her poise in front of her friend and her outlandish outfit. It was tough to know where to begin in describing Courtney's predicament.

Courtney's outfit was punk from head to toe. They had teased her hair up so it went in a thousand directions and sprayed it a bizarre shade of metallic pink. She wore black fishnet stockings under a super short black leather mini-skirt and on her feet were a pair of black leather ankle boots with spike heels (not quite as high as Mariko's shoes, but close) joined together by 15 inches of thin silver chain. Hanging from her ears were six inch lengths of similar chain. On her body she wore a red leather straight jacket modeled after a motorcycle jacket except that it zipped up the back. Courtney's arms were sealed inside the sleeves of the jacket and these were wrapped around her body and met in back in the small of her back where they were pad locked to a ring protruding from the back of the jacket. A wide studded leather belt wrapped around her hips and was held together by a pair of handcuffs. The belt did nothing to add to her restraint but it did wonders for the punk illusion. She wore a matching, studded leather collar around her neck and from this hung a thin leather leash, similar to Mariko's. Courtney was held silent by a tight black leather strap pulled cruelty across her mouth and sunk deeply into her cheeks.

The Tall woman entered behind Courtney and pushed her over next to Mariko where she tied her leash to the perch together with Mariko's own leash.

"No gag?" The Tall woman asked Mariko skeptically.

"No, Ma'am said I could rest for a while." replied Mariko. She hoped that the tall woman wouldn't take matters into her own hands.

"Hmmm... I suppose it doesn't really make much difference here." said the tall woman as she turned Courtney around and began fiddling with her gag.

"No B.S. from you!" she said menacingly into Courtney's ear. Courtney meekly shook her head then held still as the Tall woman unbuckled the strap and placed it around Courtney's neck in a similar fashion to the way Mariko now wore her gag.

"Where's Ma'am?" said the tall woman, directing the question to Mariko.

"I really don't know, she said something about looking for you when she left." replied Mariko.

"Did she say me specifically?"

"No, she said she was going to look for 'everyone' and I just assumed..." replied Mariko as humbly as possible.

"Oh! I know where she went... I'll be back, don't go anywhere!" said the Tall woman as she went out the door leaving the two girls alone, together and without gags for the first time since the had been brought to this bizarre place.

The instant the door closed, Courtney began stamping her feet and made futile little attempts at spitting on the plush oriental rug.

"Are you all right Courtney?" Asked Mariko who was a little frightened at her friend's sudden change in demeanor.

"That damn Bitch! If I ever manage to get my hands on her, I'll.. I'll..."

"I guess you're okay, Huh?"

"Y'know what they did?" She asked Mariko. "Cunt!, Bitch!!, Arrgh!!!" Courtney growled at the closed door.

"No, but I suppose I'm game. What did they do?" asked Mariko.

"Those shitheads!! I'll tell ya what they did, I'll tell you what they did!!" said Courtney with her voice rising with anger "They said I had a dirty mouth! That's what!!... Bitches!!" she shouted at the door. Mariko looked at her irate friend with some confusion.

"So?"

"So!.. SO!!! I'll tell you so! So they washed my friggin' mouth out with soap! That's so!! Arrghhh!!!"

"I think I'm beginning to sense some hostility here..."

"Look! I don't need this shit from you too!" Courtney panted, She was getting a little out of breath.

"Sorrrry..." said Mariko just gushing insincerity.

"Oh Mari... I KNOW your just kidding, but they just really piss me off!!" Courtney said with a stamp of her foot. "Can't I get mad too? Just who do they think they are?"

"I'm a little bit frustrated too, You know..." said Mariko "... But I keep my head and try not to let them get to me. They'll make a mistake sooner or later and we'll get out of here."

"Sure, just like this afternoon."

"Yea, sure... But we almost made it!" insisted Mariko. Both girls paused and mulled over just what could have happened that afternoon. They had been so close. Just the thought was depressing.

"By the way, I like what you've done with your hair." Mariko said meekly. Courtney smiled, then began chuckling, The ridiculousness of their situation began to poke through Courtney's temper and she saw what humor was there. (However little it may be)

"If we ever get out of this, I'm gonna slap you! Then I'll buy us the best dinner we can find!" Courtney said with a smile. That was the first time in a while that Mariko had seen Courtney smile, It made her feel much better to have at least helped her get through a little while longer. The sound of hurried footsteps wafted down the hall and into our heroines ears disturbed this carefree moment.

"Shit! here we go again!" said Courtney.

"I wonder what they have planed for us now?" said Mariko past a turned up nose.

The footsteps reached the door and it opened up as if by itself. Around the corner came Ma'am and the Tall woman who briskly marched up to the two bound girls and set about readjusting their gags. Courtney winked at Mariko as she calmly opened her mouth even before the tall woman had loosened the gag from her neck. The tall woman looked at Courtney with some suspicion but seemed to forget about it very quickly as she pressed the leather wad into a surprisingly willing mouth. Courtney grimaced a bit as the gag entered her mouth, Mariko supposed that it was probably from a residual of the soap left on the gag from before. Suddenly, a white sphere popped into Mariko's line of sight and she kept her promise and opened up her mouth to accept the ball. Ma'am and the Tall woman set about checking their charge's appearance. Courtney was beginning to perspire from the heat of her leather cocoon so the tall woman wiped her glistening brow with a handkerchief. Ma'am adjusted Mariko's hem a bit and then went and sat on the edge of the desk.

"Good thing her make-up is waterproof huh?" said Ma'am, indicating Courtney.

"Yeah" said the Tall woman "I'd hate to have to go through that all over again!" Courtney glanced over at her friend, shrugged and modestly kicked at the floor.

Then, from down the hall came more footsteps, many footsteps, and they were heading towards the library very rapidly. Mariko and Courtney drew closer together with apprehension about what was about to happen. Ma'am and the tall woman stood casually and turned to face the door to the hall where the shuffling of the feet had stopped. When the doors were opened by one of the three stooges, Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in disbelief. In walked five women, each of whom stared at Mariko and Courtney with the same surprise as our bound heroines stared back with. They really had no choice in the matter as all five of these women were as tightly bound and gagged as Courtney and Mariko.

The first girl into the room was a slightly plump redhead. She was very young, probably not much more the nineteen, and certainly younger then both Mariko and Courtney. She walked with an impish bounce and the air of a mischievous nature that did not stop even when she came face to face with Mariko and Courtney. "This has to be Sweetcakes" thought Mariko. Sweetcakes was dressed in a shiny blue satin poof dress. The dress's hem line ended about mid thigh, it was a little shorter then Mariko's dress. Her outfit was accessorized with a red belt, red shoes and even a small red purse. She carried the purse behind her back where her hands were locked securely in handcuffs. There was a small chain that ran from the middle link of the handcuffs down to where she wore a pair of matching leg irons. Sweetcakes was silenced by a wide strip of white adhesive tape pressed tightly across her lips.

The second woman was a little older, probably in her late twenty's or early thirties. Although she was kind of plain looking with longish straight brown hair, she did have a nice trim body. She was dressed in a yuppie suit, a beige wool suit jacket with a coordinating slim skirt and matching high heel pumps and a white lacy front blouse with a high lace collar. She was bound with three leather belts, one on her wrists, one on her elbows and another around her body pining her arms to her back. Her feet were unfettered and she was gagged by a thin leather strap with what looked like a leather wad sewn to the middle of it. From the moment she entered the room she did not take her eyes off of Courtney and Mariko. Mariko hardly noticed though, as there were more surprises in store.

The third girl was very tall and thin with blond hair. This fact was determined by the color of her ponytail and not much more. She wore a leather helmet of sorts, it started under her chin and covered her entire head except for an oval opening in the front that exposed her eyes and nose fully but tightly covered her mouth (as well as the rest of her head). Her hair stuck straight up out of a hole in the top of the helmet and was braided a little way up out of the hole and was tied there with a red ribbon. The rest of her hair flopped loosely around the top of her head. The blond wore a bulky red turtleneck sweater and a short gray skirt, gray stockings and black pumps. Around her waist was a tight black leather belt. Attached to this belt was a pair of leather cuffs at the center of her back and these were closed with small padlocks. Also, on her right ankle was locked one side of a normal pair of handcuffs, with the loose side opened and waiting to be attached to her free ankle.

The last two girls entered together, They had no choice, there was a thin piece of white rope connecting them at the neck. The first girl was a striking black girl. She minced in wearing a long, white, off the shoulder dress with a slit running all the way up to the top of her hip. With almost any movement the dress would open up and expose the fact that she was also wearing stockings and a garter belt. The stockings probably didn't provide much protection from the rope that securely bound her knees together under her dress. Likewise her arms were bound with the white cord, several turns on her wrists and elbows secured with tight hitches. A piece of adhesive tape covered her mouth which was clearly distended around something. "Probably a ball." discerned Mariko.

Her partner was a short girl with olive skin and shoulder length, very curly black hair. She was dressed in tight black pants and an even tighter black button down vest. It seemed that if she moved the wrong way she would easily pop right out of the vest. around her neck was a black bow tie to complete this formal look. Her arms were secured to her side at two places. On her upper arms, just above her elbows, were two tight leather bands. These bands were attached together by a chain running across her back. Matching leather wristbands were attached by a loop of chain to each hip with the chain loop running between her legs. Her knees were also pinned together by a similar arrangement to her elbows only with a much shorter chain. She was gagged with a large red ball gag.

Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in disbelief, then at their new acquaintances and then back at each other. This was too much to for the girls to believe. "How could Allison possibly get away with holding this many girls prisoner without someone escaping and getting in touch with the authorities?" Mariko wondered. Allison's keeping Courtney and herself under lock and key would have been tough enough, but seven women!

Ma'am and the Tall woman were busy lining up the newest recruits by the doors that would lead into the living room. Each girl was completely obedient during this time, holding perfectly still as Ma'am prodded and nudged them into position in line. When they were all ready Ma'am and the tall woman came over to Mariko and Courtney and undid their leashes from around their neck. They were then gently guided to the end of the line with Mariko positioned behind the black girl and Courtney behind Mariko. Ma'am and the Tall woman then walked forward to the front of the line and took positions beside either door. After a pause of a few minutes there was a small sound that resonated from the other side of the door, the sound of a delicate bell being rung. At the sound of the bell Ma'am and the Tall woman pulled the doors open and Sweetcakes started into the living room with each bound girl following in turn. When it came her turn Mariko simply shook her head, swallowed her pride and forged ahead after the black girl.

"Time for a Bondage Parade!" She mumbled to herself as she stepped ahead into the next room.