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" Ken smiled and nodded his agreement

Lynn stood and from somewhere just out of my line of view produced a set of cuffs and a collar. She moved in front of me and said, "Do you accept these restraints as a symbol of our control over you for the evening?" She lifted my chin and my eyes met hers. I could see something there. Passion & desire certainly, but there was something else less tangible. It was like a kind of hunger that had overtaken her. Deep inside of my own lust inflamed mind I recognized and accepted what I saw in the windows to her soul.

"Yes Ma'am," I said. As I said it, I saw the passion flare in those brown pools.

"This is a simple training collar, not a symbol of ownership. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, having familiarized myself with the rituals and customs of the BDSM lifestyle during my research.

"Very well then... Ken, please assist me."

With practiced efficiency I was soon shackled, wrist and ankle, and felt the tightness of the leather around my throat. In a way it was re-assuring. It helped me feel like I belonged, and the symbolism and practical implications were not lost on me.

"Your corset is lovely, and for the time being I think you will continue to wear it. However, I feel that you are laced much too loosely. What do you think Ken?" Lynn said. I had certainly never considered the tight clasp of the corset as being "loose" by any stretch of the imagination.

"You are the expert in these matters my dear," he replied. I thought I almost heard him suppressing a giggle.

Lynn walked behind me and I felt her fingers on the lacings of the corset. She moved me so that I was leaning forward over the sofa and then I felt a series of not so gentle tugs on the lacings. It felt as if I a giant hand had gripped me and was squeezing me ever tighter. When she was finally satisfied, she stood me back up. I was incapable of taking a deep breath but I quickly learned to take more frequent, shallower breaths. At the same time I felt a fresh surge of excitement as I was seemingly further bound by my own lingerie. I recalled Amy's earlier comment that a corset was like "mobile bondage." I was quickly coming to a greater understanding of the true implications of her statement. As I turned, I saw myself in a mirror and was amazed. My waist had been reduced an additional couple of inches and I was definitely starting to display what I had heard described as a "wasp waist."

"Yes, that is much better, don't you think little one?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am, if it pleases you," I replied. She smiled at my response.

"Lynn, don't you think it's time that we adjourn to the play room? I think Miss Kim here might enjoy a tour," Ken suddenly said. His words jolted me from the reverie I had fallen into as I considered my current tight laced and shackled condition.

"Yes, I think you may darlin'," she replied.

Lynn took my hand and led me down a hallway and to a door. I had to struggle in my heels to keep up with her. She opened the door with a key and then led me down into a basement. "Their dungeon," I thought. She took my hand and led me down a steep set of stairs that I barely managed to navigate in my heels.

I don't know what I expected their "play room" to be, but it was hardly the classic image of a BDSM dungeon. It was definitely not the medieval dungeon I had feared. What I found was a modern looking finished basement complete with an entertainment center. There were a few mattresses scattered on one side of the room. I also noted a few pieces of strange furniture whose function I was totally clueless about. I noticed one wall was covered with storage cabinets. On closer inspection I did notice a seemingly random series of eyebolts anchored into the ceiling beams and a few on the walls. Their function seemed obvious even to me. In one corner I recognized an elaborate sex swing, which I had only seen advertised on sex toy websites.

"Allow me to give you a brief tour.

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