B & D ACADEMY 5 | free bondage story

Mariko shuddered at the thought at what lay ahead as they stumbled back to the elevator and took the long trip back down to their rooms. Sleep had not been a very pleasant experience during the past few nights and Mariko was not looking forward to it.

"This'll probably be the caper of an all?around lousy day..." thought Mariko. "...And tomorrow will probably be worse." The stooges half walked and half carried Mariko down the hall and shoved her into her room while Courtney and her entourage continued on to her room. Once they were inside the bed room, one of the guards reached under the bed and pulled out a single locking cuff with a long chain attached to it and locked it on Mariko's ankle. Completing this, they took a small pair of clippers and sniped the plastic wraps that held her arms. To her surprise though, they all turned towards the door while she was rubbing some circulation back into her limbs and as the last girl was leaving, she turned back to Mariko.

"You be good girl, put dirty clothes on chair, then go to bed. Okay?" Mariko nodded her head and the guard stepped out of the room and then closed and bolted the door. Mariko couldn't believe that this was all she was going to have to endure, a simple ankle chain, but she figured she had better make the best of it. Out popped the ball gag, and for some reason her jaws didn't seem quite as sore as they had been in the past.

"Maybe it's that the ball is a little smaller... Or maybe, (gulp!) I'm just getting used to it!" said Mariko out loud. She was beginning to forget what her voice sounded like. Mariko made short work of her clothes, all except for the stocking on her right leg that had to be fed carefully through the cuff on her ankle. She piled the dress and everything on the chair and then tested the length of the chain. She found that the chain was anchored to the foot of the bed and although she could easily move about in the room, she could not quite reach the door to her cell unless she laid down on the floor and stretched as far as she could. At that, when she did this stretch, all she could manage was to touch the bottom of the door. Not much help at all.

She went and used the bathroom to get ready for bed, she brushed her teeth and combed her hair and washed up. She found herself finally beginning to relax as she prepared herself slowly, lazily for bed. Just as she was finishing up brushing her hair the lights suddenly snapped off and there was nothing Mariko could do but follow the chain back to her bed in the pitch blackness. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

Mariko awoke to a annoying buzzer. Her first reaction was to try to shut off her alarm clock but it wasn't on her night stand as it usually was. She groped around for it with closed eyes savoring the lovely feeling of her soft warm bed. She was beginning to get a bit annoyed that nothing in her bedroom seemed to be where it was supposed to be. As she started to roll over to look for the clock, the cuff on her ankle pinched her and she was startled back to reality.

"Okay, Okay!" I'm awake!" She said out loud grumpily to no one in particular. As soon as she said that, the annoying buzzer ceased it's incessant racket. Mariko laid in bed for a while trying to rub the sleep from her eyes, when one of her senses jolted her awake. Her keen sense of smell had detected the unmistakable aroma of bacon, clearly close by and maybe even within her reach. She sat up hopefully and looked about. There, on the table was a tray loaded with covered plates. Mariko sprung from bed and rushed to the table, almost tripping on her tether where it was caught in the blankets of the bed. She saw that there was a note with her name written on it, propped against a small plastic vase with a rose in it. Mariko decided that it would be smart to read the note first, just in case.

The note read:

Mariko,

You will follow this set of instructions implicitly. You may eat your breakfast first, but then you will bathe to prepare yourself for school. Then, you will dress yourself completely in the uniform we have provided for you. You will use the handcuffs we have supplied to lock your hands behind your back. All of this should be completed by 7:30 AM and no later. You will then wait for someone to come for you.

Mariko warily spied the garment bag slung across the back of the chair and then up glanced at the clock. Luckily it was only 6:05 so she had plenty of time for all she had to do. She took her own sweet time, enjoying every morsel of her bacon and egg breakfast and the long bath that followed. When she was finished she reluctantly placed the garment bag on the bed and with a deep breath, opened it. Mariko rummaged around inside the bag until she found a pair of white cotton panties and a bra. The panties were frilly and much too small for her, as was the training bra they gave her but she struggled into them anyway. Next she found a white cotton blouse. Around the collar was a blue and gray striped necktie. Mariko sighed and despondently buttoned the blouse up and put the tie on. She looked around for the stockings but all she found were a pair of gray knee socks.

"This is getting more depressing by the moment." Mariko thought as she pulled the gray socks on, having quite a difficult time getting the one sock under her ankle cuff. The next bit of apparel that came out of the bag was a scratchy, gray wool jumper, with a pleated skirt that Mariko was dismayed to find cleared her knees by a good six or seven inches. Last out of the bag was a blue blazer with gold buttons and a patch on the pocket.

"Next their gonna want to call me Muffy!" she thought as she examined the patch.

The crest was that of the school she was no doubt enrolled in. Inside a circular rim of golden embroidered chain was three sets of linked handcuffs intricately embroidered into a triangle around a rendition of a red ballgag. On the upper left side of the triangle was an ornate letter "B" and on the upper right side was an equally beautiful "D". Finally, across the bottom was the word Academy.

"Gee, I wonder if they're fully accredited." asked Mariko rhetorically as she did the inevitable and slipped the blazer on.

"Hmmmn. Seems they forgot something." Mariko thought as she searched the bag for a pair of shoes. She found them in a zippered pouch in the bottom of the bag along with a pair of handcuffs which she tossed on the table without a glance. Her new shoes fit the outfit perfectly as they were a pair of black patent leather shoes with a one button strap and no heels.

"Wonder why Allison didn't put little mirrors on them... Seems that would be more her style." our heroine wondered to herself as she slipped the shoes on her dainty feet. As she sat on the side of the bed to button the strap, Mariko glanced up at the clock and it was 25 past 7.

"Perfect timing, as usual! I wonder what the bitch has in store for us today." she thought as she ran a finger around her collar.

Mariko then took up the handcuffs and for the first time examined them. She hadn't noticed before that there were three cuffs linked together at their center from the middle link of chain, If she had one cuff on each wrist there would still be one cuff dangling loose.

"They couldn't want to put that on my foot? Could they? thought Mariko. She knew full well that they could, and would if they wanted to. She only hoped that was not part of their nefarious plans. Mariko took the cuffs and placed an open one onto her left wrist and then squeezed it until it clicked down close to her skin. She took a moment and checked the fit, she found that she could turn the cuff all the way around her wrist without it pinching at all.

"I guess I might as well face it." she said out loud to herself as she brought both hands behind her back and laid her wrist into the other open cuff. She took a long moment to get her nerve up and then with a deep breath she closed the cuff on her right wrist as well.

"Shit!" she said to no one in particular.

She moved around a bit trying to test the cuffs. She realized that if she tried hard enough she may have been able to pull her hands out of the cuffs, but it would take some privacy and more then a little luck. She also discovered the misery of wearing panties that are too small. As soon as she had made the slightest bit of movement both sides of her panties retreated into her crack and no amount of squirming would get them back out. She tried to slide down on the bed and raise her skirt up so she could get her hands back there but as she did the door opened up and Ma'am was standing in the doorway. Ma'am burst into laughter at the sight of Mariko's contorted position and continued her chuckling as Mariko attempted to regain her composure.

"Get up!" Ma'am commanded as she stepped into the room. Mariko struggled to her feet and faced the advancing woman. Ma'am casually walked up to Mariko and then spun her around grabbed the handcuffs and lifted Mariko's hands up towards the ceiling.

"Not bad my dear... Not bad..., but not quite good enough!" she said as she clicked both cuffs two notches tighter. "You may have been able to pull your little hands out of those. I'll just assume that you didn't do that on purpose, okay?

"Oh, Of course not Ma'am!" sprouted Mariko cheerfully, "After all, I can hardly wait to find out what you have in store for me today and I certainly wouldn't expect any unfair advantages." she added sarcastically.

"That's the spirit my dear! Your finally getting the hang of this!" said Ma'am as she pulled the two chairs close together and motioned to Mariko for her to sit.

Ma'am proceeded to apply only a minimal amount of make?up on Mariko's face, mainly only a little blush on her cheeks. She produced a wide red ribbon and tied it into a bow in Mariko's hair on the top of her head.

"Doesn't that clash with my outfit? asked the captive schoolgirl, it actually clashed more with her sense of dignity.

"Well, yes, it does a little, but it still looks awfully cute." replied Ma'am as she used a bobby pin to insure that the bow would stay in place. She rummaged around in her bag for a moment and then pulled out the inevitable roll of tape. Mariko had figured this would happen sooner or later so she was prepared for it... or at least she thought she was. Ma'am ripped off a small piece of the tape and leaned towards our little heroine. Mariko immediately noticed that this tape was much narrower then the stuff she was used to, maybe only one inch wide. Ma'am made a face to Mariko indicating that she should pinch her lips tightly together, and when Mariko had done this she carefully stuck the tiny rectangle of tape over her lips. Mariko couldn't help but giggle at this ridiculous attempt at silencing her. This gag, compared with any of the others she had endured wouldn't keep her quiet for a second! She was tempted to show Ma'am that right then by simply opening her mouth. As Mariko, with a bit of a feeling of victory, looked up at Ma'am she was suddenly taken aback by Ma'am's smiling face and negatively shaking head.

"Before you try that," said Ma'am, as if reading Mariko's mind. ("How does she DO that?!!" thought Mariko angrily.) "Let me explain. The gag you're wearing now is one of our most effective ones. You see, it is what we call a volunteer gag, it's sole purpose is as a reminder to you that you have been forbidden to speak and that's about all. I'm sure that you're thinking that all you have to do is wiggle your little nose and that tape will pop right off your face... and you're probably right. But, if you do, I assure you that within moments you will be wearing a real gag. One that is designed first to be uncomfortable, and second to keep a talkative little girl silent." Ma'am said bluntly. "If you choose not to believe me just go ahead and open your mouth." Ma'am watched Mariko closely as the now securely taped girl sat and stewed over this turn of events. A resigned grunt from Mariko spurred Ma'am to continue.

"Well I'm glad, Your finally getting smart." Ma'am said "Besides, look at this face..." She continued as she turned her head from side to side so Mariko could see her smiling face. "...How could it lie!"

Ma'am chuckled over her joke as she took out a gray wool beret which she put on Mariko, stylishly cocked to the side. She reached down and unlocked the cuff on Mariko's ankle using a key she had brought with her. Ma'am then stood and motioned Mariko to the door. Mariko obeyed with only a sigh of protest and she marched out into the hallway where she was met by one of the guards who was carrying a blue book bag bearing the same emblem as the one adorning Mariko's breast pocket. She stuck the bag into Mariko's fettered hands and then guided her down the hall by her elbow towards an uncertain future.

Mariko stumbled along like this for a while, the heavy book bag she carried bumped annoyingly into the back of her legs with each step, but she didn't complain. After she took one look at the scowling guard she realized she wouldn't be getting much sympathy. After a long walk on the same sub?basement level they came to a small bolted door. The guard stopped Mariko in front of the door and then tugged at the bolt and opened the door and shoved Mariko in. It took only a moment to regain her composure and take in her surroundings as the door slammed shut behind her. Mariko found herself standing in a tiny, window?less cloak room. There were clothes pegs all around, with some of them holding various coats and hats and such. Standing closely together in the center of the room were all of the reluctant guests from the dinner party. Each girl wore a uniform identical to the one Mariko sported and was restrained with the same three part handcuffs that she also wore. The only difference was that none of the other girls had her mouth taped shut as Mariko did. They all stared silently at the newest addition to the room until Kelly stepped forward slowly. When she did, Mariko caught a glimpse of Courtney's scowling face from where she had been standing in the corner, blocked from Mariko's view by the group. At least now Mariko wasn't the only one with tape stuck on her face. Kelly approached Mariko slowly.

"You have to take your hat off and put it on a hook before they open the doors." she said sweetly, not at all demandingly. Mariko realized that she was trying to be nice, letting her in on a rule before it got Mariko into any trouble. Mariko briefly thought about how she was going to perform that miracle without the use of her hands when Kelly continued,

"We usually try to help each other, here, let me turn around then you bend down." she said as she turned her back to Mariko and raised her hands up. Mariko bent forward and put her hat into Kelly's reach and Kelly carefully plucked it off of her head. Mariko watched as Kelly gracefully hung the hat on a peg on the back wall and then smiled to Mariko. Mariko tried to say thank you to Kelly but all she could manage was "Mmange mmuu!" The group giggled at her mumbling, but she wasn't taking any chances with loosening the tape, at least not until the right moment.

"Your welcome. Anytime." said Kelly as she stepped back to the group who went back to chatting. Mariko kept one ear on the conversation as she edged her way around to where Courtney stood and after a nod and a tapped smile they both listened to the conversation that was going on.

"So anyway, as I was saying," began Kimberly, "The walls are Egg?shell white and I found these beautiful taffeta curtains that matched the carpet perfectly, When I found out the price I almost fainted. I was looking for something else when Steve came up out of the clear blue and said we would get the ones I liked. I almost died. He's the..."

Kim was rudely interrupted as the door behind where Courtney and Mariko were standing opened up. Immediately, all the girls fell absolutely silent and they formed a line facing the open door. Mariko and Courtney had been startled by the door and they retreated to the end of the line where they could watch the goings on. Annette was the first to enter the room followed by Gina, Linda, Kimberly and finally Kelly. Mariko watched the procession with amazement as they calmly entered the next room. When Kelly reached the doorway, Mariko could finally see what was going on. Inside, the room was decorated to appear like an school classroom. There were chalk boards on two walls and a podium against the far wall. Next to the podium, in the corner beside the blackboard was a high wooden stool. In front of the podium were three neatly lined up rows of desks, with four in each row. The desks were the modern kind, made up simply of a chair and a flat section on one arm, to write on. Mariko could see both Ma'am and Joan here, they were both dressed in long, flowing black graduation gowns and those silly square hats with the tassels, Mariko couldn't remember what they were called. Kelly stepped up to Ma'am as Joan was finishing guiding Kim to her seat. All the other girls stood rigidly beside their desks. Ma'am ripped a small piece of tape from a roll and held it up to Kelly's face.

"Thank you Professor Ma'am!" said Kelly (It sounded more to Mariko like 'Thank yuh Prefsser Mum' because of Kelly's accent) before she pursed her lips together and Ma'am pressed the tape into place. Joan came up and took Kelly by the elbow and led her to the second row of desks and began seating her in the first desk. Ma'am took hold of Mariko and pulled her into the room. First she inspected the tape on her mouth to see if it had come loose at all (Mariko was thankful now that she hadn't given in and loosened the gag herself) then she led Mariko to the third desk in the second row where she would be beside Kimberly who was beside Kelly. She stood Mariko beside her desk and then squatted down at Mariko's feet. Mariko watched in fascination as Ma'am reached under the desk and pulled out a set of wooden stocks that attached to the front legs of the desk. The stocks slid out perpendicular to the seat. Ma'am opened the stocks then coaxed Mariko's ankles into them and locked them shut. Mariko was now committed to stand beside the desk. Meanwhile, Joan had brought Courtney in and was at that moment, adjusting her set of stocks at her seat in the first desk of the third row. Ma'am took Mariko's school bag and took out a notebook and a pencil and put them on Mariko's desk top. She then went to the front of the room and stood by the podium.

"Good morning class!" Ma'am said in an artificially nasal voice. Everyone except Mariko and Courtney responded as best they could, mumbling "MMnnig fmfff Mmaaammm!" Luckily it was loud enough so that no one noticed that Courtney and Mariko hadn't responded on cue.

"You may be seated class." said Ma'am and Mariko watched as everyone turned their hips sideways and sat down on their chairs and then pulled their fettered feet in under them. Mariko tried this and she found that it was easier then it looked to sit in that awkward position and that her foot?stocks slid easily in under her chair. Joan walked around the room kicking a little catch on the base of the chair that each girl sat in and then she clipped the free handcuff onto the support of the backrest of the desk. When she got to Mariko, she kicked the catch on the chair and Mariko realized that the catch locked the stocks in place under the chair and that if Mariko wanted to stand the catch would first have to be released so she could slide her feet out from under the desk. After she had locked the loose handcuff to the backrest she pulled a leather strap with a buckle out of her robe and lashed Mariko's right elbow to the side of the arm rest and unlocked her right wrist from it's confines in the cuffs. Mariko slowly moved her arm up onto the desk top where she could reach the notebook and pencil.

"You'd better take good notes." said Joan as she walked away towards the front of the where she searched in Gina's bag and found a pair of eye glasses that she put on Gina before releasing her one hand. With the class finally settled, Ma'am was able to begin her lecture.

The routine was pretty much set at the B&D academy. The opening one and one half hours was devoted to a lecture on bondage physiology with Ma'am covering one specific part of the body and how it relates to bondage as a whole. At this lecture she described the physical make?up of the human wrist and it's strengths and weaknesses where it came to the binding of the wrist. She talked at length about different key pressure points and how certain situations should be avoided. Mariko couldn't help but think that although she had endured almost continuous bondage over the last few weeks, she had never experienced any major problems with lack of circulation. This is not to say she didn't experience any discomfort, but now that the topic had come up she had never had any limb fall asleep on her. Ma'am continued, explaining that there was always an outside possibility that some day they would find themselves bound by more inexperienced hands then they were accustom to, there were some tricks that they could use to relieve any undue stress they might be experiencing... Mariko was amazed by what was going on around her,

"There's a damn science to all this!" she thought. All this time she figured that all they were doing was spontaneously trussing her up for the hell of it. Now she was beginning to realize just how dangerous this activity potentially is, and how concerned about her safety her captors really were and how carefully they "did her up".

Mariko was jolted back to the present by an open handed swat on the back of her head. It wasn't very painful but it did scare the hell out of her, she hadn't noticed Joan sneaking up behind her.

"So! You don't feel it's necessary to take any notes I see! Do you think Ma'am is up there for her health?" Joan growled into Mariko's ear. "Well, we will see about this. 10 demerits!" she said as she took out a little black book and wrote something into it. ("Demerits?!?!? thought Mariko.) "Perhaps a pop quiz is in order, What do you think, Ma'am?" finished Joan. The entire class groaned when she mentioned the word "quiz".

"Well, I'm feeling a little magnanimous this morning, perhaps we can give them another chance, Joan." said Ma'am to the nodding approval of everyone in the room, including Courtney and Mariko.

"I suppose we could continue this lecture tomorrow. Besides, we have a book report due today, don't we Gina?" Gina nodded and reached into her book bag and withdrew several neatly typed pages. "You know... I think an oral presentation would be a nice change of pace this morning." Ma'am said. With that, Joan walked over to where Gina sat and took the papers away and handed them to Ma'am, then returned and twisted Gina's free arm back behind her where it was re?locked into her handcuffs. After this was accomplished, Joan removed the leather strap from where it held her elbow on the arm rest and then unlocked the cuff that was attached to the back of the chair. With a casual tap with her foot, Joan released the lock holding Gina's stocks in place under the desk and Gina, with a grace gained only through practice, slid her feet out from under the desk and stood up. Joan reached around her and peeled the tape off her mouth and left it hanging on her cheek held there by a tiny bit of adhesive.

"Remember now Dear, Good posture and speak from the diaphragm so that everyone can hear you." said Ma'am. "You may begin."

"My book report is on the novel 'Meter Maids in Bondage' written by Jack Ovski, published in 1979 by Sleazeball Press. New York, New York." Gina began in a surprisingly sexy, husky voice that surprised Mariko because it didn't seem to fit with the appearance of this petite Italian girl dressed in the silly little school uniform.

Mariko concentration on the book report lasted only a few seconds. She found herself thinking about the events of the last few weeks. One thing that stood out in her mind was an image, That of escape. It was odd though, that rather then daydreams she had in the past, her new fantasy was one of rescue and not of flight. The events that went on around her in her little dreams were totally out of her control and she somehow found that a bit thrilling. She pictured herself kind of like the heroine who found herself tied to the railroad tracks, helplessly bound and gagged, waiting for her hero to arrive to carry her away to freedom. (only Mariko never remembered those movie heroines having her elbows tied so that they touched...) Mariko had never had a hero before. She had always been too busy looking out for herself to waste a lot of time thinking about such things. But now, with very little time to do anything other then think, she found herself carried further and further away with these thoughts. The faceless hero would race into the picture to dispatch the villain with one carefully placed punch and snatch her away from her impending doom just in the nick of time as the train rumbled by spewing dust and steam. He would carry her off in his arms to where they would live happily ever after.

"Hummnn..." mused Mariko pleasantly, her smile hidden by the tape on her lips. "It's just that it's my daydream and I can't ever seem to get him to untie me!" Mariko became a little annoyed at herself for enjoying these fantasies a little more then her conscience should have allowed, but the stirrings she felt when her mind wandered were slowly breaking down her defenses.

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Mariko awoke from her little daydream to Ma'am's exuberant clapping and several grunts of approval from the other members of the peanut gallery. Ma'am continued as Joan set about putting Gina back into her seat.

"Excellent, excellent! my dear!" said Ma'am as she sat behind the big desk in the corner of the room. Gina curtsied politely in response to the compliments and then returned to her seat where Joan re?applied the adhesive tape to her lips.

Mariko concentrated as hard as she could on the lessons at hand. Ma'am's next lecture regarded etiquette as it pertained to the daily life of a slave. When it suffices to curtsy, or when it is necessary to kneel. The rules of conduct for the well trained slave seemed to be very formal to Mariko as she scribbled frantically in the notebook. She wondered for a moment or two whether she would be able to remember all of them...

"Wait A Minute!!... What's the matter with me!..." Mariko muttered, berating herself. "I don't want to remember ANY of these, for crying out loud!" Mariko looked down at her notebook in amazement as she realized that she had written down almost everything that Ma'am had said over the last forty five minutes. She looked up at Ma'am who was still droning on about the proper way to kneel while attending a Mistress. (On her right, about three feet away with hands folded in lap) Ma'am had a strange look on her face as she continued with her lecture, she was looking steadily at something to Mariko's right. She continued with the lecture as she slowly approached the blackboard behind the podium. Mariko, as subtlety as possible, turned her head to see what Ma'am was so intent upon. All the other girls were writing for all they were worth and Joan was reading a book in the front corner of the room and was oblivious to what was transpiring in the class. Mariko turned a little further to her right and she could finally see the object of Ma'am's attention. Courtney sat slumped in her seat at the rear of the classroom with her head bobbing up and down as she was obviously slipping off to sleep. A cold chill ran down Mariko's back as she realized her friend's impending doom. Suddenly a chalkboard eraser flew across the room and bounced resoundingly off Courtney's noggin. The sequence of events that followed could best be described as slap?stick. Courtney jumped as high as a girl bound to a chair possibly could, sending her pencil and notebooks crashing to the floor and she let out a scream that would have awakened the dead. The tape on Courtney's lips proved itself about as effective as a candle in a hurricane as it almost flew off her face. All that did was scare the heck out of everyone else in the room, Joan jumped to her feet so fast it seemed like she had sat on a firecracker. Everyone turned to look at Courtney as she slid down in the chair with a horrified look on her face as the chalk dust settled all around her. It was obvious she knew that she was in some very deep shit...

The days seemed to run slowly together. Mariko was getting used to the routine of the school days. It seemed the only thing that changed was the uniform. It was always a variation of the English public?school girl outfit they had worn the first day. Other times, seemingly at random, they would be wearing another variation of the school uniform: a gray skirt and gray pullover sweater in place of the wool jumper of the other variation. Of course, it also had the same blue and gray striped necktie and blue blazer with the ever present B&D Academy crest on the pocket. Courtney, as had become the norm, sat stiffly at attention on the stool in the corner. Just as she had that first day. This time Joan and Ma'am had been more methodical than they had been on the first day. They had removed Courtney's blazer so that she only had the sleeves of the thin sweater to cushion the bite of the thin leather belt that welded her elbows together behind her back. Identical belts pinned her ankles and knees tightly together. They strapped a leather collar around her neck that was very stiff and high in the front so it forced her to hold her head up in a statuesque fashion. A thin strap ran from the back of the collar into her mouth to hold a large blue ball securely in place. As the final punishment for not having memorized her lesson for the day she had been been bent over the stool and smacked 25 times with the dreaded B&D Academy paddle. She had then been forced to sit on the throne, shifting her weight from one sore buttock to the other in a futile attempt at finding a comfortable position. The pressure exerted by the elbow strap didn't help as it pulled her shoulders back and forced her breasts up and out against the clingy sweater, perfect targets for Ma'am, who took great pleasure in poking and prodding the helpless girl with her pointer at every opportunity.

Mariko had other things on her mind as she busily scribbled in her note book. Time was running out and she had to finish her creative writing assignment before the end of the week or else she would certainly get enough demerits to wind up there beside Courtney. Her first story had warranted the punishment... it got an "F". It was about a girl who was mistakenly arrested and handcuffed by a policeman. Ma'am said it was a nice start, but unfortunately, it was Joan who was grading the papers. She said that the content was weak, the spelling atrocious, the grammar unintelligible and the plot implausible. (unlike OUR little story...:^) It got Mariko two days on "THE STOOL". Her second story was about an over bondaged judge who ordered the unruly female defendant bound and gagged for the remainder of her trial. Then, when the female defense counselor argued a little too long, the judge issued another "GAG Order" and dictated that she be restrained as well. The prosecution (You have two guesses what gender the prosecution is...) argued that the defendant couldn't possibly get a fair trial with her lawyer tied and gagged, So, the judge simply evened things up by........

("...And the unprecedented trial is now in it's 107th day".)

"Much better!" said Joan.

Mariko was putting some of the finishing touches on her next story, a science fiction, entitled: MARS NEEDS WOMEN! when Joan interrupted everyone.

"That's enough for today girls! Put your notebooks away..." She said as she clapped her hands with authority.

"We have a little surprise for you this afternoon." With that, Ma'am came up to the front of the room with a big jumble of leather straps which she placed on the front desk.

"I just hate these surprises!" thought Mariko. Out of the pile fell a blue ball gag that was quickly snatched up by Joan who casually brushed it off and waited as Ma'am helped Linda out of her seat.

"Ma'am and I decided that since it was such a lovely day outside, We would take you for a Nature walk." she began. "There are countless examples of flora and fauna to be discovered on the estate, and maybe we'll be lucky enough to be able to find some of it."

"HUmmp, I'll bet there's someone named Flo and Fawn tied to some tree out there..." Mused Mariko. It would be typical.

Linda was marched up to the front of the room as Joan and Ma'am set about getting her ready for her "Outing". Joan removed the tape from Linda's mouth and held the ballgag up to her lips. Linda reluctantly opened her mouth and Joan deftly inserted the plug and tightened the straps around the back of her neck, under her hair. Ma'am was busy on the floor as she used a pair of ankle cuffs with about eighteen inches of chain to hobble the girl. After Joan had gagged Linda, she pulled a narrow belt out of the pile and put it around Linda's waist. Attached to the center of the belt was a metal ring which stuck out of the flap in the back of her blazer. Ma'am then reached up and locked the loose cuff to the ring. Therefore, Linda's hands were loosely but inescapably attached to her body. Joan used a small lock to prevent anyone tampering with the belt. Ma'am went and got Linda's hat, A straw "Skimmer" type hat with a blue ribbon that hung over the rim in the back, and popped it on the blushing school?woman's head.

"If we're not careful, their gonna come and scoop us all up in a net and take us away!" thought our soon?to?be, courageous, butterfly hunter.

Soon, the entire class was outfitted for their trek. Mariko chewed on the ball trying to work it into a more comfortable seating in her mouth, without much luck. She looked around at the others as Joan and Ma'am had left them locked in the cloak room for a few moments. Courtney had the dubious distinction of being the only one in a unique situation. Their two "Head Mistresses" had determined that she still had some more discipline time coming so they had only deemed it necessary to remove her ankle strap so she could walk. As it was, she was tottering around like Frankenstein because of the neck brace. Everyone else milled around waiting for their guide's return, making slurping sounds while trying to become accustom to the things that had been imposed on their oral cavities.

Before long the main door to the cloak room opened and the girls were greeted by the sight of Ma'am and Joan who had changed into matching Khaki safari outfits with leather boots, gun belts (complete with cap pistols.) and safari helmets. The guides were all business as they herded the bound girls into a line and the party was off on a trip to adventure.