Sipping my Pepsi while quietly esconced in the kitchen waiting for EW's return, I was pleasantly enjoying the softly audible gagged grunts of struggles, the creak of wood and rope, when I finally heard the front door open, then close, then the light padding of footsteps, accompanied by low, more vigorous muffled grunts.

"Well, my little virtual Lana, I see you already met my good friend, so I won't need to say 'Meet Imaginos'-or even better, 'Meet Master Imaginos'."

My eyes opened as I heard EW speak, feeling at the same time a deep sense of relief. It seemed I hadn't misjudged the situation after all, thank goodness! Slowly stepping back into the living room I saluted EW with the dew-flecked can as I cleared the doorframe, my eyes once again taking in the vision of beauty snugly bound and gagged in her chair.

My eyes twinkled and gleamed as I watched her, just as she finally caught sight of me and immediately started with another series of muffled grunts and mewls, her smooth soft cheeks and throat a soft dusky rose as she blushed again, then her wide pretty eyes grew huge and rounded, her head swiveled, fully staring at me as his last words truly registered -- Master Imaginos -- followed by a soft pulse of her slender throat as she gulped and swallowed, wondering of that truly meant what she thought it did.

You already know he's very skilled at doing knots and bindings, since he put you in that chair and you're still there with all of the knots perfectly done. And no, it's not time for you to be set free yet...

I couldn't help but smile at the virtual little one's increased gagged frustrated mumbles at that. I'm sure that, behind that mouthfilling ball, there was an absolutely adorable pout.

I knew he'd love you at first sight, and I see he finds you very inspiring. It's just too bad that I had to be away for a dozen minutes and leave you all alone here. I thought I'd be able to be here again before Imaginos came here.

Hand over my mouth I smothered a grin at her expression, as she quite visibly considered her current helpless, and very exposed, position. It seemed as if she had wished EW had been there, too, before I'd arrived! She then stared up at EW and gaze another muffled grunt, wriggling and squirming a little in the snug confining ropes, obviously beseeching EW to, if not release her, to at least cover her with something, her efforts seemingly ignored by us both, although that wasn't the case at all, I assure you. I certainly wasn't ignoring her. Well, I was ignoring her pleas, true, but I certainly was watching her quite closely, enjoying her virtual naked little bound body twist and squirm.

I think my friend'll like to train you a bit. I know you're not so obedient, well, but I prefer not so obedient little virtual girls.

Oh my! Her expression at that was simply priceless! Especially when she gulped again at looking at me, and saw my expression! EW was absolutely right; I most certainly would enjoy training this virtual little beauty a bit. Showing her the ropes, as it were. I didn't mind at all that she was 'not so obedient'. I prefer spirit and spunk, rather then meek and mild docility. And from what I'd seen so far, she only needed training (taught specific particulars, as in how to do some things certain ways properly), and not conditioning (being molded and adapted into liking and wanting things she hadn't liked at the start), for it was patently obvious that such as this was already tremendously exciting for her.

However, Imaginos here now has permission to come here whenever he chooses to, and give you any treatment he wants. I know he knows very what he can do and what he cannot. In fact, I was thinking about lending you to him for a couple of days. If you'll excuse us now, I'm going to show Imaginos our collection of nice clothes and restraint devices I have stored for you. He'll take away with you- and use on you- all the items he chooses to.

My eyes opened at least as round as her's did at that. My jaw dropped a bit too, as I turned to stare at EW . . . as our little bound and naked virtual beauty did, too. This was far more then I'd dared to dream! EW just smiled back at me, his eyes twinkling, chuckling at my dumbfounded-ox-hit-in-the-back-of-the-head-with-a-4x4 expression, then nodded in confirmation at my silent inquiry.

I whispered to him as I followed along to his storeroom of 'delights', "You're serious? I can?" while, in the background suddenly erupted a symphony of muffled grunts and mumbles of Wagnerian proportions. EW just smiled and nodded, then opened the door to the storeroom and ushered me inside, while I suddenly started gleefully rubbing my hands together, feeling very much like a kid in a candy shoppe on a free shopping spree.

Walking around, I closely examined everything. "Restraint-wise, really I have anything I need, other then this," I said, gesturing at the coloured, specially-sized straitjackets. "I don't have any that will fit her," as I reached out and selected one. "I make almost all of my items, you know. I work with leather, metal and rubber. Rope, too," I added with a chuckle, "Of course."

"If you'd like, I can make for her, over the time I have her with me this time around, a nice black supple leather single sleeve arm glove, with attached mittens, that zippers and laces. Quite snugly, and comfy . . . and inescapable." Then I examined the clothing, as I hadn't anything close to her size. "Some of these tiny sandals, I think, yes," selecting two pair. "This time I think I'll leave the high heels behind. I prefer bare feet anyway, sandals after that, as long as they are open-toed ones. As for something to wear, since she seems a little body-shy yet," grinning as I recalled her earlier manuevers to cover herself from my sight, "I don't know as if I want to bring much to dress her in this time."

"Oh my! These are adorable, however!" I exclaimed, finding a tiny bikini swimsuit, in thin black rubber no less! I selected several more intriguing garments, on the possibility that I might enjoy dressing her in them, adding them to the small pile I'd chosen. "I have an idea on how I'd like to take her home with me. I'll be back in a few minutes," I said, "I just have to run home and collect a few things first, and prepare the 'transport' for her."

Grinning I walked back out, passing by the wide-eyed, grunting struggling naked little cutie still firmly secured in her chair. "I won't be long," I murmured to her, pausing just long enough to gently caress her cheek. "I just have to get things . . . ready . . . to transport you." Her eyes grew huge at that, a soft little muffled whimper at me as I walked to the front door, then out, closing it behind me.

I wasn't very long at all. Just a quick trip home, about half a mile away, to collect some things, then back again, this time parking about a block away, removing from my trunk an ice hockey equipment bag. Softly humming, it wasn't long at all before I was back inside, once again in front of my helpless virtual beauty.

Her eyes were quite round and wide as she saw me lay the black nylon bag on the floor in front of her then unzipped it, first removing a roll of silvered duct tape, then rolls upon rolls of stretchy self-tacky elastic bandages, some only an inch wide, most three inches.

Taking the roll of duct tape, I carefully peeled off four pieces, each of them a precise length, then gazed deeply into her huge eyes as I petted her smooth soft cheeks, already bulging from the ball in her mouth, then lightly glided a fingertip along her drool-slicked small chin then along soft warm full lips that embraced the sphere held within. Softly murmuring I said, "That ball gag looks very lovely, you know. You must like it, a lot, since you've not spit it out."

I grinned as I said it, knowing dog gone well she couldn't push or spit it out, whether or not she liked it inside her small mouth, filling it and pressing her little moist pink tongue down, rendering her muted and speechless. Then grinned wider at her indignant muffled retort to my teasing. Her bare little chest started heaving deeper as she saw me lift the first piece of tape up to her lips. "This will help keep you even more quiet," I murmured, as I placed it diagonally, centered right over the ball, reaching from upper right cheek to just under her lower left jaw, smoothing it flat and secure in a caressing glide with the heel of my hand.

A second piece followed, again diagonal, from upper left cheek to just under lower right jaw, again carefully, firmly smoothed secure, making a silvery 'X' right over the ball in her mouth, concealing both the ball and her small gaped lips. A moment or three to blot dry her chin of the sticky saliva helplessly trickling from beneath the ball, then the other two pieces were placed left to right, reaching from little ear to ear, and from just under her small pert snub nose to just below her little rounded chin. Those, too, were firmly smoothed flat. "There! Much better, don't you think?"

Her eyes grew even wider when she tried to mumble, and realized that the tape did, indeed, even more muffle and mute her attempts at speech. Little nostrils flared as she softly panted, both in excitement and a little fear. How adorable and alluring!

I untied her small ankles and slender little legs, then picked up a three inch wide roll of the stretchy self-tacky elastic bandage before bringing them together. Carefully winding the roll around her ankles I secured them in the stretchy embrace of the bandage, also passing it downwards, wrapping over insteps and under soles, until her small feet were bound, little ankles held together, small bare feet unable to move or shift, only tiny toes able to wriggle and curl . . . and so they already were.

Because of how her little naked virtual body was already shifted forward in the chair, it was no effort at all to gently but implacably press her small wrapped-bound feet against her cute bare bottom, then take another three inch wide roll and secure her slender little legs that way, wrapping from ankles to overtop little thighs, very high up, keeping her legs in a kneeling position.

"Make your hands into fists," I softly rumbled as I picked up two of the one-inch wide rolls, then proudly murmured, "Good girl!", gazing into virtual Lana's eyes as she quickly did so, with very little hesitation. I was even more pleased at the soft flush of pride that colored her cheeks--what could be seen of them, anyway, from under the duct tape--even as she looked a bit, well, confused at herself, puzzled at why that made her feel warm and glowy inside.

It was a matter of a few moments to wrap each small fist in the bandages, until each one was covered from just above her tiny wrist downwards, each small fist now balled, and impossible to open again. Only then did I untie her small wrists and dainty elbows from the chair, then continued with the upper chest ropes, leaving still attached the lower waist one attached to the (now-thoroughly sodden) severe crotchrope.

Removing the pillow behind her, well, behind, I carefully eased her leaning forward, then brought her little arms behind her back. There was the slightest of hesitation, the barest of resistance, but that was all. "Good girl! Good little slave!", and again was rewarded with a soft flood of pink to her cheeks . . . and then a very muffled garble as that last registered to her.

By then I was already wrapping her little arms together behind her back, one atop the other, little balled fists touching opposite elbows, with a three inch roll of bandage. Lovely stuff, those bandages. They neednt be pulled overly taut, their elasticity aiding their gripping security, and they stick to themselves, keeping the wraps from shifting or moving so, once in place . . .

A second and third roll went around her small chest and upper slender arms behind her, extending from just below small rounded shoulders to just below her ribs. The little virtual cutie was blushing quite a bit more when I started, abruptly aware of just what having her arms bound behind her did to her front: pushing her small chest up and out, putting her little hard peaks quite on display . . . and nothing at all she could do about that. It certainly didn't help any that I made sure the wrapped bandages left those little erect and tingling nubs exposed, two small tips of rose surrounded by a sea of beige elastic bandages.

She started panting a little, eyes very huge, when I brought scissors over. Quite a muffled squeal as the cold metal touched her bare tummy, flinching and goosebumping at the touch. Several snip later, and the severed pieces of the crotchrope were carefully pulled free, as the middle section was slithered from between slender bound legs, glided up between slick soaked puffy folds her entire body gave a sharp jerk and shudder, tiny nostrils flared as breathe whuffled in and out in little pants.

"Like that, do you," I murmured--a statement, not at all a question-- making her blush deeper, even more so when I held the sodden piece right up to her eyes, mere inches away, letting her stare at the sign of her obvious excitement, and in doing so saying without words that I was certainly aware of that, too.

By now she was free of the chair. And by now--I softly chuckled--that didn't matter, for she was just as helpless as before . . . but not as helpless as I intended. Oh no. Not yet.

Carefully, I picked her up, then placed her, kneeling, on the floor, then walked over to the couch as she watched me with both curiosity, excitement and a little fear. Especially when I picked up two small nipple clamps and a vibrator. Her muffled gagged sounds were like music to my ears, as she stared imploringly at EW, who simply stood there and watched, intrigued. Crouching in front of her, I then laid the vibrator between her bound slender thighs, resting it in the gentle valley there, before slowly sliding it forwards, until the tapered tip just barely touched her puffy slick folds. Then, with the unit still off, I taped it in place, keeping it from shifting away . . . or closer.

From my breast pocket I removed a small tube. Her eyes grew huge at that, and even EW looked curious. Unscrewing the top I squeezed out a little onto a fingertip, then lightly daubed each small hard nipple with the gel. She softly gasped at the coolness of the gel as it contacted her skin, then tried to press forward against my fingertip as I gently smoothed it over those taut peaks.

More gel to my finger, then huge eyes, a muffled squeal, a fidget and blushing squirm, as I lightly drew that fingertip--and the gel there--very slowly upwards along her cleft, lightly coating the valley and the soft puffy petals at either side. More deeper squeals, more frantic squirms and twists, as I brought the clamps up and carefully fastened them to each puckered little tip.

By now the helpless beauty was feeling the sensation of the gel slowly shifting, gradually changing, from its former coolness, to a slowly growing tingly warmth. She deeply swallowed at that, although her attention was distracted a bit when the first clamp's jaws gently gripped and held. Mewling and squealing she rapidly shook her chest, trying to shake them off, stopping almost immediately upon re-discovering that shaking that way only made them feel worse, more intense. And that gel certainly wasn't helping any, not at all. Pleading huge puppy-eyes begged me to remove them, as did the plaintive muffled grunts and mewls. But alas! . . . for her, anyway . . . they remained affixed.

Those eyes grew even bigger as I slipped a thick blindfold over those huge orbs, then softly petted her cheek, stroked her hair. Taking two more three inch rolls of bandages, I prepared to finish securing her. Both were started by running a section under her kneeling wrapped legs, then I carefully pressed her upper body forward. Just before her small chest--little clamps dangling and jiggling, evoking truly adorable sounds from her as they did--reached the tops of little thighs . . . I reached in . . . and turned the vibrator on, at low speed.

My, how she jumped, jerked, squealed and squealed at that! Then started squirming and wriggling, even as I continued wrapping the bandages around and over, securing her little naked virtual body into a ball. Soft, deeply muffled gagged moans and mewls, both of arousal and of frustration, because the vibrator was pefectly placed . . . to tease, and no more. Not enough contact to do more then just send ripples and little jolts through her, nowhere near enough to send her crashing over the edge.

And, by now the gel there was warming up nicely too, adding it's own arousing harmony to that of the vibrator. Of course, ball bound and kneeling like that, her cute firm pert rump was, well, quite on display, and I really couldn't resist adding a dollop of gel to that pretty enticing pink-brown puckered rosebud winking at me. From her shocked and dismayed muffled squeal, it seemed as if she has wished I could have resisted. I grinned and chuckled at that delightful melody.

"Well EW, I can't thank you enough," I said, as I picked her up, startling her into another round of squeaks, moans, mewls and pleads, as she realized that she really was truly, no fooling, being taken away by me. Carefully placing her inside the equipment bag, I zipped up the sides. Perfect! She fit inside with room to spare, and a moment later I hoisted the bag--and the helplessly bound, gagged, blindfolded naked virtual girl inside, who was growing, moment by moment, more and more helplessly aroused and excited--up, resting the shoulder strap over my right shoulder. With a jaunty wave, I walked to the front door, opened it, then out, knowing that she was perfectly well aware of being carried. Outside. In the open. While inside that bag. Totally helpless. Naked and exposed.

I don't think my equipment bag will ever be the same.