"I wish I never had to talk again" Vickie moaned, her hands to her head bent over the table.

Captain Ponca had motioned her over as he saw her leaving the office, definitely not in uniform and definitely looking unhappy. Vickie was hesitant at first but shrugged and sat down, she wasn't just off duty she was totally off duty, fired, and not in uniform either. So she began to tell her ex-customer the story.

As the smallest kid with four brothers and the only girl, she had never gotten a lot of respect but she didn't expect it either. And she was grouchy to start with because her brother had not shut his stereo off till 3 in the morning. Mom didn't mind because it was His job paying the rent, all her job did was pay the electric bill. Stumbling in at least ten minutes late, she had been rude to at least two customers who wanted their coffee now please. Nineteen, just graduated high school, definitely able to work a full eight-hour shift on her feet, Vickie was in great shape.

"Do you like to run" the Captain asked her?

Shaking her head a little, Vickie peeked through her fingers at the Captain. "I used to run track" she answered, "then i had to go to work."

"If you want I can take you to a private race track" the Captain told Vickie, letting her pause for a moment, "but one of the basic conditions is that you are not allowed to talk. Your trainers have the entire duty to see to your needs. Think of it as a complete release from responsibility."

"Um" Vickie answered. "Why can't I talk"?

"I thought you just said you didn't want to talk" was the reply.

"Well c'mon I really do hate having to talk to some of those people " Vickie said while tossing a very small glance over her shoulder, "but what on Earth are you talking about?"

"Okay" said the Captain with a small hopeful smile, "there are people richer than I am that like to sponsor running tournaments. You would be perfect." The Captain did have the advantage of having spent the last three weeks watching Vickie run her ass off all over the restaurant they were in. He knew she would be a perfect runner. "But you will be treated like an animal, the entire time. A prize racer perhaps, they are really pampered. But you would start at the bottom, in a common stable, naked and harnessed most of the time, with utterly nothing to say and utterly nobody to say it to."

"You mean they would leave me alone" Vickie asked?

"Oh yes" replied the Captain, "many young women crave excitement and can not stand the idea of having nobody to talk to. Believe me, there will be excitement at this track, every Saturday, rain or shine."

Vickie suddenly blushed from head to toe. When the Captain had told her the races went on "rain or shine", she had a memory of walking to the bus stop in the rain a couple of days before, happy that none of the guys walking by her could see how pointy her nipples were, clinging clearly to her very wet and see-through top. Showing up for work late wasn't so bad when the boss got to ogle you the entire time it took for your top to dry back out. Naked all the time?

"You mean people get to look at my nipples" she asked, eyes open wide?

"Well yes, you are an animal remember." The Captain again allowed himself a small hopeful grin, "I hope this isn't shocking you?"

"Stunned" Vickie answered cautiously. "What are the prizes?"

"Well," answered the Captain, "any prizes awarded the pony are at the complete discretion of the owner. And the owners and the ponies are not allowed to make deals before the races, that would be called 'fixing' the race and would get an owner disqualified for life. Don't want to risk that."

"You mean I'm not guaranteed anything?" Vickie now looked really confused.

"Oh well not exactly. You will be well fed, get lots of fresh air on a working horse farm, and will get lots and lots of time alone. Win or loose you come home Sunday."

"C'mon, a hundred dollars a day? And what are the other rules? Naked all the time? You can't get a stripper for a hundred dollars a day, that's not fixing any race that is just being fair."

The Captain held up his hands in surrender. "I have heard your complaint. Why don't we come back to my townhouse and see if I can find somebody to settle it. That is, if you are prepared to start now."

Vickie suddenly hated her house with the noise blaring till three in the morning. Since her brothers always just bust in to piss whenever they are in the mood if Vickie is in the shower or shaving or what, it's not as if her nipples hadn't been seen by just anyone who wanted already.

"What about, er, my razor and stuff" Vickie asked?

"Not to worry that is what your trainers are for" the Captain replied.

"Um, hold on" Vickie said, flipping open her cell and looking at it. "What about this?"

"Your cell, your keys, your ID, all go with your ownership papers and all are kept in the racing office." The Captain drummed his fingers while furrowing his brow. "One more thing," he checked quickly around with his eyes then continued, "how are you with blindfolds? Face masks? Do you get claustrophobic?"

"Um, I dunno" Vickie said, curious herself. "Hold on."

Vickie called her mum on her cell. "Hi Mom, I got a job offer as a ranch hand. Can I go? ...... ...... I don't need anything they said 'those city duds all got to go but we got plenty of extrees'." Vickie dazed her head in a silly circle, she couldn't believe the lie she had just made up to her mom. Mom swallowed, "well okay Dear but when will you be back? ... ... Sunday" Vickie answered. "After dark".

Vickie shut the flip on her cell and faced the Captain sitting straight up in her chair. "Now what?"

"If you are ready, we will start now. First rule is that as an animal you really don't want to talk to anybody, ever. Even if your nose itches. And you will be constantly reminded of this because you will always have an object harnessed in your mouth to remind you not to talk, or you may just be muzzled. And except for your headgear and harness you will be pretty near naked all the time, and, for security you will never be allowed to go anywhere by yourself. You will always be tethered, leashed or otherwise secured at all times." The Captain paused and admired Vickie, concluding, "If you accept these very basic terms for a try-out period of now till Friday, great, don't say a word but sooner or later get up, go to the ladies room and take off your panties, stuff them in your mouth then come out here. Once you have sat down and shown me what you have done, we are off for the three block walk to my townhouse."

The Captain reached out, took a drink of coffee and eyed Vickie curiously.

Vickie gulped.

They sat in silence for what seemed to Vickie like forever. The Captain drank his coffee and eyed the newspaper. Vickie took several furtive glances about the restaurant and sipped nervously at her iced tea. Finally she got up and headed without a word for the ladies room, and went in for what the Captain, no doubt, perceived as forever. Her eyes straight down to the floor, Vickie made a beeline back to her table, scooped into her seat, leaned as far forward as she could go and lifted her lips to the Captain.

When he had put down his newspaper and focused his gaze directly on her, Vickie inched her lips open just the smallest amount and pushed a tiny bit of very pink fabric out with her tongue. She looked up hopefully. The Captain reached out and took her chin in the lightest of grasps, bent over and brushed her lips with the briefest kiss, then used a stray finger to poke the pink fabric back in its mouth. "Good girl" he whispered, "let's go."

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Vickie was as flustered by the kiss as she was by what she was doing with her mouth and she scooted out to the foyer to wait while the Captain paid their bill. They emerged into fine sunshine and headed uptown on foot, not talking, the Captain leading the way. They found themselves in front of a beautiful 3-story brownstone and the Captain walked up the steps, Vickie on his arm. "By Appointment Only" Vickie noticed a small sign saying, directly above the doorbell. The Captain rang the bell and moments later a soft buzz emerged from the door. They entered.

"Good morning Amy" the Captain said as he entered his outer office. Amy was sitting alone at the desk. "Vickie here is a new racer, perhaps. Ring Don for me please and have him meet me in my office." He turned to Vickie and offered her a seat, gently making a squeezing motion about his lips to remind Vickie to keep hers closed, then he strode through the door marked "private".

Vickie sat and looked around, grateful that Amy wasn't trying to make small talk. Perhaps Amy knew better?

A few minutes later a man emerged from the private office, not as tall or commanding as the Captain but good-looking enough. He walked immediately to Vickie and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Don. Come with me and let's see what we can do."

Vickie stood, shook his hand silently but with a curious look, and followed him through an unmarked door on the other side of the office. Up a flight of stairs and half-way down the hall, Don stopped and flipped a light switch in the hall, then opened a door to a room that might as well be a closet. In it there was a small bed, a chest of drawers with a large mirror above it, and virtually nothing else. Don opened the top drawer and pulled out a small strongbox, opened it and took out several padlocks and a key on a chain and laid them all out on the dresser-top, then he reached for his wallet and pulled out four hundred dollar bills, laying them also on the dresser-top.

"Okay, Vickie, here we go. Since I'll be doing most of your training while you're here it's ok, the trainers are not allowed to wager. It's up to you. Put the money in the lock-box, lock it, fasten the leather collar around your neck and lock it also with the chain on the collar, and there ya go. We're settled up till Friday. But don't worry, I don't want a lap dance or a screw, anything you do like that might be totally up to you. We're racers not rapists."

Vickie understood quickly enough, counted the money and eyed the padlocks, at least one of which she would soon be wearing it seems. She put the money in the lock-box. "Now your ID, your keys and your cell please" Don said. Vickie took a step back and looked around. Well, the place seemed safe enough. She unloaded her pockets into the box then padlocked it. Vickie needed Don's hand for guidance as she fastened on the leather collar. Like all of the lock-on equipment the adjustment was on the inside and Don fit it to her neck, removed it and set the fitting, then showed her how to reach behind her neck and lock it closed. "Just like any complicated necklace" he told her with a wicked grin. Vickie looped the free end of the small chain with the key through one of the padlocks, slid her collar around her neck, matched the ends together, popped the key-chain onto the padlock then slid the padlock thru it's hasp, and locked her collar onto her self with a solid SNAP.

"Okay!" Don exclaimed, "Great! Now please get all of your clothing off while I go find you a nice harness." He opened a drawer and indicated to Vickie where she was to put her clothes. "Oh, and open your mouth for a moment?"

Vickie was suddenly very confused. Of course Don must have been through this before, but still, here she had been standing for ten minutes next to a man who knew that she had her panties in her mouth and he never let on in the smallest way. Now... She hesitated just a moment, then opened her mouth and showed Don the soaking-wet wad of pink panties she had been keeping in her mouth for most of an hour now. "Good girl" Don told her, with a pat on her butt, "keep them there till I get back." He left and shut the door behind him.

Alone in her new room for the first time, Vickie looked around her tiny room then reached up, took the wad of panties out of her mouth and swallowed hard, looked at them briefly and slid them instantly back in her mouth. The bitter taste was long since gone but she still felt humiliated and confused. She took off her clothes without ceremony and piled them into the drawer then sat totally naked on the small bed. Don was back in a few minutes, coming in the door without knocking and chocking it open behind him, dumping the contents of a store bag onto the bed.

Vickie silently surveyed the harness he had brought. "You need to be able to get this on yourself" Don told Vickie, "these are for your ankles" he said tossing her two wide straps. "These are for your upper arms and wrists. Get them on please."

Don lounged against the wall as Vickie got busy. She fastened on the first ankle strap and was debating how tight to make it. Figuring her new "owner" would want it tight, she tugged it down as snug as it would go, then repeated her work with her other ankle. She got the other four bands buckled onto her arms and wrists, then looked at Don and then to the last object on the bed. It looked like a leather cage of some sort, with a bright pink ball with a plexiglass straw thru the middle, held into a whole bunch of straps.

"Ah yes" Don said, "of course that piece is for your mouth. You can spit out your panties now."

Vickie reached up a self-cuffed wrist and pulled her soaked panties out of her mouth, waved them in the air for a moment then tossed them onto the dresser-top. Don nodded approvingly and invited her to pick up the last piece of harness. As she held it up she could tell where the chin-strap was and then she put the ball in her mouth, wiggling it a bit, adjusting it, and looking up at Don.

Don reached out his hand and she gave it to him. He took a step out of the small room to make sure the hallway was empty and then he popped back in. "OK Vickie" Don told her, this will be your last chance to talk "people-talk" for the rest of the week. Got any questions? Believe me girl, you can ask me anything." Don stood back and began to fiddle with the straps to her headgear. "On this one the chin strap goes on a peg on the inside of the piece," he told her, "It has to be adjusted before it goes on or it doesn't lock properly. You can ask me three questions while I fit it to you."

"Um, do i get dinner" Vickie asked?

Don nodded, then fit the ball into her mouth, adjusting it up and down and left and right till he was sure it was in the best spot. He pulled both ends of the chin strap up, and adjusted the tang on the right strap until it was exactly in the center of her chin line when he pulled it snug. Then he slid the toung of the left strap through the tang on the right strap, backwards with the tounge going from the inside out. Don pulled the left strap snug with the right while Vickie sat paitently. Don had nodded, that was question one, at least she knew she was getting dinner. Once Don had pulled the left strap as snug as he wanted it to be he took the ball out of Vickie's mouth and started talking as he flipped the piece over and began to snug the left strap up against its adjusting snaps. The leather was very new but had been put through a process that had made it quite soft and pliable.

"Well yes and yes, you will get dinner but not exactly at dinner time. At dinner time you will most likely be kneeling on the dinner table trying hard not to fall asleep. Before you come back in here for the night you will get a slim-fast milkshake. You are on a standard liquid diet till we learn better exactly what nutrients to start giving you."

Vickie opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again as Don held her harness up in the air again and motioned with his hand.

"What exactly do i do?" Vickie asked. Don slipped the ball in her mouth and slipped the now-adjusted chin strap into place at the same time. They fell silent as Don began to fit the head strap to the neck strap. Like the chin strap, the head strap had an ingenious inside buckle system so that the piece could be custom-fitted snugly to each wearer, but still only lock with one padlock. Don had the size right now on the head strap and took the harness off Vickie's head and pulled her ball out of her mouth.

"Most of the time, honest, you try not to fall asleep. The four feelings of our style of racing are Discipline, Stimulation, Speed and Stamina. If you stick with the program, kid, you could go a long way. But you're a beginner, and here at the house all we really can work on are discipline and stamina. Basically, I'm going to harness you up somewhere, and you are going to stay right there till I come back and get you. My thinking for tonight is to have you kneeling up on the dining table during dinner, but that plan is subject to change. You are going to be totally harnessed and totally silent till I bring you back in here for the night. If it looks like you are falling asleep I might just move you to another position or I might tap you on the bum with a stick, it depends. But you're a good girl, I'm sure you will stay wide awake for the whole day."

Don had already adjusted the neck strap when he adjusted the head strap, so now the padlock was through the hole and Don was showing Vickie how to fasten the lock through the correct hole then snap it shut. Vickie actually did it as she was practicing. Don sighed, reached for the chain dangling between her breasts and fished out her key, took back her harness and unlocked it then let the key drop. It landed sort of cock-eyed across Vickie's quite bare right breast.

Nobody minded.

"Last question" Don said, holding her headgear.

Vickie understood and gave her head a knowing shake. The next time the ball went in her mouth, she would be padlocking the entire leather harness onto her face, into her mouth, into her self. Vickie fell silent waving a finger in the air, wanting to make sure her third question was a good one. "Where's the bathroom" she finally asked?

Don, as usual, did his bit of fitting before he answered. With his final small adjustment complete, he popped the ball into Vickie's mouth, reached the neck strap behind Vickie's head and pulled the head-strap through it, then doubled back the left strap till it was as snug as the lock-hole had been adjusted to. He slipped the lock through the leather and guided Vickie's hands to it. Mechanically, she snapped it shut, but then the knowing shudder rumbled through her naked body as she realized just how much she had gotten herself into what she was doing. CLICK!

"Well what you have in here is a cat-box" Don told Amy. You will have to get a better look around when I am gone, You will find it under the bed. Once you have used it please leave it out so I can tell, there is nothing worse for a girl than trying to hide it when she has gone then having to use it dirty the next day. It will start to stink. Don't worry." Don walked over to the back wall of the tiny room and picked up a pile of chain that had been waiting behind the bed, and started playing it out. When he reached the end of the chain Don reached over to Vickie's collar and found the fastening ring that was built into the back of the collar. He centered the ring at the back of her neck and used a simple carabiner snap to fasten on the chain. Using the same kind of snap he fastened her hands behind her back, fastening them to the chain at the same time to make sure she would not be slipping her wrists out between her legs.

So Vickie was ready for her afternoon.

"Now you get all that peace and quiet you wanted, Dear," Don told her. "If you want to take a nap fine, but if you want to practice just staying alert then when you get bored kneel on the floor with your knees as far apart as you can get them and just pretend you don't have any arms. Try that for a while and see how it works. I'll be back before dinner."

With that Don scooped everything but Vickie's panties off the dresser-top and into the top drawer, then turned around with an "Ah!" Don pulled a chap-stick out of his pocket and liberally coated both of Vickie's lips, his hand flickering with an expert eye to detail. Looking satisfied, Don left, clicking the door very solidly closed behind him.

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A certain Vickie, feeling very small and very bare, did a bit of wandering about her room, finding out quickly that her neck chain would not let her get closer than two footsteps of the door. After a certain point there was a very solid tug on her wrists if she tried to keep walking. One foot, maybe two, that is all she could go after her chain hit its limit.

Vickie paced back and forth near-silently, except for the clinking and occasional jingling of her chain. Vickie learned quickly that when she was pacing she had to turn to the right as she got to the door and to the left as she got to the other wall, or her feet would get tangled in chain on the floor. It was a pretty long chain. She stopped once just half an inch from the wall, or rather with her bare nipples just a half an inch from the wall. Vickie gently teased her nipples on the wall, curious. She had never really thought of herself as a slut or anything like it, but she just wanted to know what it felt like.

She liked it.

When Vickie was tired of pacing she stopped in front of the mirror and looked at the naked chick that looked back. Vickie had never spent a lot of time looking at any naked chick, and now she was one. In her public school she had been on track and swim, but the girls on the teams all worked on the same system, they would drop their clothes and put on a towel one-by-one and run into a shower stall, then the next and the next and when they were each done with their shower they would run back, grab clothes, and get dressed back in the shower stall. Their mothers and coaches all warned them that the naughty boys wanted to look at the naked girls, and none of them wanted to do anything a naughty boy would like. But her mum and her coaches had never cautioned her that naughty boys liked to wear chain leashes and harness gags, so she was never really prepared for what she was doing, but she was pretty sure it was naughty.

She had a boyfriend for almost two years and she had started shaving because he liked it better that way when he ate her. Now she looked at the pencil-thin racing stripe on her puss and was glad she kept up the shaving habit, even when they had been broken up for almost a year. habit. Vickie rocked her hips a bit from right to left as she looked at her pussy. From no angle was her back chain visible. As Vickie looked at herself in the mirror she could see no clue explaining why her arms were behind her back. To see exactly where the chain connected her to the house she had to stand with her back to the mirror and twist around as far as she could, and she still did not get a clear view because her hair was in the way.

Being a beginner herself, there was no way for Vickie to appreciate that only a beginner would pinch a girl's hair under a collar or a gag strap. Nice shoulder-length light brown hair. Very foreign shiny chain sticking straight out from under all that hair, and running straight down and back out of sight between her wrists. If she twisted her arms and neck both to a painful angle, Vickie could see the carabiner that snapped her together right there, but the best her fingertips could do was brush the titanium with no strength at all. With a sigh, Vickie stopped struggling and decided to see what her chain looked like down her ass cheeks, since it always seemed to find itself there.

Feeling like some sort of club stripper, Vickie planted her feet wide apart squarely and directly behind the mirror and wiggled her wrists until she felt her chain fall directly down the crack between her cheeks. Vickie then bent over and took a peek over her shoulder. She was stunned by what she saw. Vickie hated mirrors because of all the zit-pocks on her face. But it turns out that her rear view was flawless. She had never seen herself exactly like this before! Vickie's eyes opened wide as she realised that if she was being walked around like an animal there would probably be no chain, would her actual butt hole be just that plainly visible? Vickie frowned, or at least she formed as much of a frown as she could with a two inch ball firmly harnessed into her mouth. Her chain franticly jangled as Vickie whirled around. The key on her collar flew across her view and wrapped itself comfortably over her right shoulder. The chain on her key reached half-way to her navel, it was easily enough chain to reach her right shoulder.

Vickie shimmied her shoulders, watching with amazement as her boobies bounced just like any other naked girl's would, and her key chain popped off her shoulder, into the air, and then as she stood still it settled gently directly between her breasts. Vickie bent over the low dresser forcing her key to emerge, dangling in mid air, the center of attention. Vickie eyed her key very carefully. Bending over, Vickie dropped her key to the top of the dresser and pulled and tugged until her key sat exactly above the spot where she had last seen the lock-box with her four hundred dollars. Indeed.

Now Vickie turned her attention to her collar, noticing that it flared and it was wider in the front than it was in the back. This must have been the way the tension from her back chain was being distributed, she thought. Vickie ain't so dumb after all, she had a basic mechanics class!

Twitching for a moment she made her key jangle lightly on the dresser-top. Her focus again returned to her key, and the three locks that it secured. One she had locked onto her lock-box, one onto her collar and the third nestled gently in the hollow of her left cheek, very comfortably and very very visibly. The right side had a small ornament at the spot where her lock was on the left side, the harness was built to be that well balanced. Anybody deliberately looking for the lock would really be able to see it clearly. Vickie looked at the girl in the mirror, working her jaw.

Dinner, but not till after the Captain ate. And she would be on proud display. As Vickie looked at herself a slender line of drool slid from her breathing tube and straight onto the dresser-top. Vickie cringed.

Don had not exactly defined any lines between good and bad, except to say that Vickie totally was not allowed to talk "people talk", but beyond that bright line the boundries were undefined. Vickie looked at the pool of her own saliva on the otherwise shiny-clean dresser, and knew she had done wrong. Vickie quickly moved back from the dresser, sat on her small plain bed, and learned to use the breathing hole in her mouth ball. Sighing in frustration, Vickie wished Don had told her what to do.

When she first sat down, Vickie's chain was of course solidly between the crack of her cheeks. She quickly shifted her weight, throwing her chain back tword the wall it was bolted to. Vickie went back to her work, learning how to breathe with her mouthpiece in her mouth, but not drooling on anything. As she was experimenting she was surprised to see that she could drool directly onto each of her own nipples plus directly south of her bare navel, down where she shaved her hair. Wow!.

Well anyway, Vickie quickly learned how to use her tounge to seal off her mouth pipe, and was proudly nuzzling both nipples with her breathing pipe and no help from her hands, when she decided to take Don's advise and learn how to kneel with her knees spread as far as they would go. Vickie settled down on the floor. She made sure she was facing the door and not her mirror, because she was pretty sure that when she had to do it for real there would be no mirror nearby.

Kneeling on the floor Vickie quickly lost all of her interest in what she was doing and she turned her attention instead on how to form a small pool of saliva in her mouth, just below where her breathing pipe intersected with the two-inch ball, and then to toss her head and swallow at the same time. Somehow deep inside Vickie simply did not want Don, the Captain or Amy to see her spilling spit from her lips. She hopped up for a moment and looked at her lips up close in the mrror, the lip balm was doing its job and she squatted back down, found her place with her knees wide apart, and spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for Don to come back for her.

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Don, Amy and the Captain each had a pleasant enough afternoon down on the ground floor, where between them they entertained three or four other visitors while Vickie was waiting for dinner, more or less, upstairs.

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Vickie was quite bored, she had mastered the technique of catching herself and waking back up hours ago, she was bored bored very bored and Don clicked open her door, checked in on her, and walked off down the hall. There we go, one totally bare Vickie on display to anybody who wants to walk by. "Okay, Vickie. I hope you are ready to spend a couple of hours in the dining room" Don said when he came back and entered her small room. She could not see him because as soon as he walked in, he moved directly behind her. Vickie was a bit too surprised to spring to her feet, rattle her chain, or cause anything like a disturbance. Vickie knelt on the floor and waited for her next coaching from Don.

"Okay, good girl, I will be taking you into the dining room soon. I hope you understand that you are not there to dine."

Vickie carefully placed her tounge over her breathing hole, and nodded her head. Don understood at once. The parry and thrust continued.

Don wandered back into Vickie's field of view and produced a strong braided leather leash or tether and clipped it onto the same point on her throat that her own padlock was attached to, and then Don went to unfasten Vickie from her house chain. Don decided how he was going to unfasten Vickie, then he guided her neck, boobs and nipples down closer to the floor by putting his foot over her teather and pulling. Vickie knelt down much closer to the floor than she expected to be, and she started looking at Don's left boot just because it was all she could see. It gleamed like a Marine's boot might. The chain came off her neck andoff her wrists, but her wrists remained snapped together behind her back.

First Don marched Vickie down the hallway three doors, then he turned the two of them into one of the most elaborate bathrooms Vickie had ever seen. Don reached down to a drawer, pulled out a new vibrating toothbrush, tested it, then turned his attention back to Vickie, who had been waiting paitently at the end of her tether.

Don brushed Vickie's teeth for her, combed her hair with the aid of the mirror, then directly walked her back to her room and used her leash to pull her head back to the floor, where she could clearly see her unused cat-box. Vickie had spent a brief time looking uder her bed, sure, she had been alone for almost four hours. But she had not given serious thought to acually using it. Now Don wanted her to. "Look here girl," Don told Vickie, "After I bring you back here tonight it will be pitch-black, you will not be able to see a thing. Please look around and choose where you want your cat-box.

Vickie was unhappy enough to hear that Don really expected her to use the thing, but now he was all but rubbing her nose in it, her face and her bare nipples were again being held very close to the floor by the tether or leash that Don had his foot on. Vickie did not enjoy her choice, as if it was a choice. With a deep breath in and out through her breathing hole, Vickie plunged her nipples to the floor and lifted her head backwards shaking strongly from left to right No!

Don instantly released his foot from Vickie's leash and stood back as she scrambled to her feet. Vickie was looking very concerned. Don just gave her some space, playing out her tether cord as he walked backwards two steps closer to the door. Vickie looked again at her bed which was hiding her cat-box, and shook her head again just the smallest flicker. Don flickered her leash in return, starting to lead her to the dining room. Without a backwards glance or another thought, Vickie followed Don out into the hall as Don guided her by flicking her leash. He finally tugged solidly one way down the hall and Vickie very obediently followed.

Vickie got led down a hallway and down some stairs and then with a quick zig-zag she was standing squarely at the fifth place at a table designed to serve twelve. Don pulled the chair out, "go ahead, step right up here" he told her. Vickie put her left foot squarely on the chair bottom and hoisted herself easily onto the table. Don flicked her leash to get Vickie over into the center of the table then simply dropped it as he went over and put her empty chair back. Vickie tried spreading her legs but Don tapped both her ankles and got her standing straight up again. Moving by taps and a shuffle to one seat south of the center Don tugged Vickie back down to her knees, just so that there were two empty seats on either side of her, and the Captain's chair, of course, dead ahead.

Vickie squirmed.

Don helped Vickie settle herself and then unsnapped her wrists. "Adjust" he said, looking in the other direction. Vickie pulled her hands out from behind her back and looked at the thick leather bands on her wrists then she wiggled her bum as if by instinct. As Vickie looked at Don as if to ask "what's next", Don was turning to her.

Don took each wrist in turn and shook it as if it was on a rag doll. Vickie looked a bit startled but then her surprise turned to curiosity. Don was smiling, "You are a natural, Vickie, very glad to be helping you". Vickie looked very very confused, then wimpered hopefully into her gag, hoping Don would tell her more. Don took her left wrist and brought it back to her left ankle and snapped the two together with the carabiner he had just removed from her wrists.

Vickie was trying to be an animal as much as she could so she began to purr softly into the mouthpice of her harness. As Don walked all the way around the table from behind her, Vickie knew where he was again when he took her right wrist into her arms. "Okay, try really hard not to fall asleep or to drool and you will be doing great, The Captain is having dinner guests. I will be back to take you to bed an hour or two after dinner." Don was now standing in front of Vickie, and using his hands to guide her naked body through several basic adjustments. In the end of the time Don was with her, Vickie had learned how to adjust her body to accomidate her new position.

Kneeling naked, her knees as far apart as they could get, Vickie was wiggling her hips and her arms and ankles all at the same time, trying to find a position that would be comfortable for ten or fifteen minutes. Don wiggled her shoulders for her then wiped down her lips and put on a fresh thick smear of chalp-stick. Don walked off and left her alone again.

Vickie finally found a position that was almost comfortable at least and settled down. How long? Who knows. "Well" she said to herself, "peace and quiet. That really was what you were wanting, Girl, and here it is. Soak it up!" Vickie tossed her head back and closed her eyes and just soaked up the pure quiet. Once in a while there would be a small noise from the street, far away, but nothing really to disturb her. Don was right, her hardest job was to stay awake.

The dining room door opened with a soft click and Amy came in, setting the table for five without a word or a glance to Vickie. Vickie watched Amy, curious, just to have something to do. The dishes and flatware clinked a bit as Amy fussed about. Vickie sort of figured out how to put herself into stasis, once she got comfortable with the fact that it really was peace and quiet all around her. Vickie had longed for quiet time for so long, she positioned herself into a tripod as Don had guided her and just settled down to soak in silence the way any girl might like to slip into a warm soapy bath. When Amy was in the room Vickie found out that it made the echos from her breathing sound different, and she was curious.

Vickie was beginning to accidentally develop her super-power, seeing while blindfolded. All of the racers were trained in this technique, but Vickie found it was surprising that she could determine where Amy was with half-inch reliability, just by listening to where the flatware clinked softly on the tabletop as Amy walked around putting the flatware in place. When Amy clicked the door closed behind her Vickie sneaked a quick peek at the clock. Six thirty. She had been here since something just after three. Vickie went back to quietly whistling her breath out through her breating tube, and listening to the echo. Fall asleep? No way!

Vickie had settled into her tripod position and turned her head just so, but when the door opened it caught her totally by surprise because Vickie didn't notice that the large room had two doors. It was a dining room, of course it had two doors. Anyway, the Captain entered with Don, another man, and two women. They quickly seated themselves boy-girl with the Captain in the middle, Don to Vickie's immediate left, and the new guy on Vickie's immediate right. The girls sat between the guys.

"Is she the centerpiece?" the girl on her right asked. "Can I take her home?"

Everyone laughed.

Vickie soaked it up.

Amy came in and poured wine for everyone. Grateful to have the attention diverted from her, Vickie dared to lift her head half an inch and slid her eyelids open in a backwards blink. Vickie blinked her eyes open silently as she flickered her head from left to right and back to left. Once she had seen where everyone ended up, Vickie understood. The door on the left led to the kitchen, of course, that was where Amy was had emerged from with the scullery, the flatware and the glasses. The door on the right led more to the front of the house, which was of course where visitors would usually enter. Vickie was surprised by the size of the brownstone she was staying in.

When Vickie had blinked a quick look around the room the guests were all seated and Amy was filling their water glasses. Vickie had soaked in the view and was now taking the time to figure out what she had just seen. The five were seated boy-girl starting with Don at her left. The girl after Don was not looking her way and Vickie just got a blur, then the Captain, but with a fresh change of clothes, then another girl looking straight at her, with fine blond hair and keen green eyes, then a man who was looking at the Captain. So far so good but what on Earth?

Amy was naked now at least as far as Vickie could see, which was down to her legs anyway as Amy moved between the places at the table pouring water. Vickie had seen her twice. Now she paused, listening carefully to determine exactly where Amy was before Vickie sneaked another peek. Yup, naked. Amy was definately naked. Vickie quickly slid her eyes shut and quietly took a deep breath. Wow! Nice nipple rings! By the way, nobody had particularly told Vickie to close her eyes, it just seemed easier for herself that way.

Vickie tried not to pay any attention to the dinner conversation, but the aroma of the food was really making her hungry. It helped keep her distracted from what she was doing, which she really didn't mind, but she had to be really careful to push her tounge up against her breathing tube and swallow now and then so she didn't drool. Eventually Amy cleared the dishes away.

The girl that was sitting to Vickie's right stood up and walked over to her, stroking her thigh lightly as she talked to the man she was sitting with. Vickie's eyes flew open! Grinning, the girl was rubbing more firmly now, "Oh she feels so good" the girl said. Her fingers grew warm quickly as she caressed Vickie's thigh all the way up, a whisker away from Vickie's puss.

Vickie was struggling to keep her composure and fought off the urge to groan and another urge to wimper. Her ears and face felt burning hot. Vickie was mortified, she was blushing beet red! Everyone laughed. Don rescued her, walking around the table and taking the girl's hand in his, "hey she's a beginner. Maybe you can play with Amy later."

Vickie looked around, relieved that the attention had shifted to the very naked Amy, who was licking her lips and smiling and not a bit embarrassed. The party wandered out of the dining room and somebody flicked out the light switch. Alone in the dark, fastened in a tripod on proud display to the now-empty table, Vickie let out a not-so-quiet sigh of relief. Peace and quiet puncuated by moments of amazing excitement? Yup, the Captain was delivering on his side of the deal. Vickie sighed again and settled deeper into her position, not caring so much anymore if she was drooling from her mouthpiece.

Don came in and flipped the light on. Viickie adjusted her position a bit, stretched her neck and took a glance at the clock. Nine thirty five. How hard is it to kneel stock-still for over three hours? Hard enough. Vickie gave out a small groan. Don came over and rubbed her shoulders. "I'm going to let you up now" he told her, "but don't try to just leap to your feet. Work each limb for a bit till they feel normal again.

"Normal?" Vickie thought. Cramps are normal? But Vickie took his advice and carefully moved her left arm, working her hand up to her shoulder before taking her jaw in her hand and working it gently side to side The cramps in her thighs were bad, sure, but her jaw was definately the worst off. Ah, dinner soon! Yay!

Don picked up Vickie's otherwise-useless leash from the tabletop and tugged gently. Vickie leaned forwards till she was on hands and knees on the table, and stretched first one leg then the other behind her. She shuddered a bit as she realised what a sight she must be making, and she certainly hoped that Don was enjoying the view. But she didn't feel near like she had when the girl had been caressing her earlier, and she hadn't even really been rubbing any girl-parts, just her leg! Vickie gave herself one last full-body shudder then held still sticking her head up and holding out her neck, wordlessly signalling to Don that she was ready to roll.

"Good girl" Don said as he guided her down to the floor. Reaching around to fasten her wrists behind her back, he gave her a quick hug. "I can't believe how good you were tonight. You did really good, you're a natural." Don started excercising Vickie by walking around the large table with her, twice. Vickie got the idea and started walking around the table as Don played out her tether.

Vickie was a bit surprised when it turned out that Don had enough leather on his tether to guide her totally around the large dining table without hardly moving, but Vickie walked twice around the table as Don guided her standing at the Captain's left center chair.

"Good girl" he told her, halting her directly in front of himself by pulling taut her tether. "Want to try running it?"

Vickie jiggled her hips front and back, she would love to be running!

"Go" Don told her, giving Vickie's tether the lightest of flicks. Vickie started off headed tword the Captain's seat. Making a solid leftward half-circle, Vickie began running around the table. Don guided her into and out of the turns with gentle pulls on her tether. After five laps Don again halted Vickie directly in front of him.

"Ok, so here is the start-finish line" he tells her. "You don't know how many laps the race is, you just know it's a race." Don straightens Vickie's collar out and snaps her tether sharply. "Okay, when I do that it's the end of the race, you won, and you get to take your victory lap. Okay, let's try it again. It won't be more than five or six laps, don't worry, I'm not going to run you into the ground."

Vickie couldn't believe what she was doing but she assumed as much of a runners stance as she could with her hands behind her back. She felt an impulse to sit on the floor and pull her damn hands under her feet and up to her waist but she knew it would be wrong so she made the best of what she could. Vickie planted her feet, shrugged her shoulders with the backs of both hand resting firmly against her bare bum, and got ready to run.

Her tether snapped GO sharply into her throat as Don snapped his wrist and Vickie started running. At the moment of the end of her fifth lap Don sharply snapped her tether again and Vickie inhaled as sharply as she could as she sprinted and bounded into a quick final lap. Don beamed as she halted perfectly in front of him when he raised his hand.

"Okay, good" Don said, reaching out and gently rubbing her left shoulder. Vickie took several deep breaths through her mouthpiece and tried to re-focus her vision. Wow, that had all been a blur! "Now let's see if you get claustrophibic" he told her. Vickie wondered herself.

"This is a racing silk" Don told her, pulling what looked like pink and red-spotted cloth from his pocket. "It's made of kid leather, it's just for practice. Hold still and let me fit it onto you. Vickie stood still and looking straight ahead with the Captain's chair just half-point to the left of her left shoulder, when Don slipped a leather hood onto her face and back to her neck. "Can you see anything" Don asked?

Vickie shook her head quickly and vigorously from side to side. No, she could not see anything. Don, knowing exactly what he was doing, held his hand just to the left and right of her head as she inadvertantly adjusted her leather perfectly to fit her face. Don smoothed out the bright-colored leather as he reached up to start fastening the lacing. He pulled the lacing string taught and the outline of Vickie's features began coming into view.

"Are you frightened?" Don finished knotting Vickie's lace. Vickie shrugged her shoulders and thought about what she was doing. Frightened? Not really. Confused? Yes! Oh well, what is next?

"Okay you have to learn this course" Don told his animal. "How many laps is not up to you. How many steps to the turns, THAT is what you need to know." Standing directly off Vickie's left shoulder, Don gave Vickie a sudden slap on her bum and Vickie started running blindly.

At the start of the second chair down from the center, Don gave Vickie's tether a sharp snap and Vickie began her 180 turn to the left. Still running blindly, Vickie knew at once to straighten out the next time Don snapped, and she headed down the path of five chairs to the Captain's right, as if the Captain was sitting in his place.

Of course the next snap signaled Vickie to begin a new turn to her left, then the final three chairs back and a quick halt. Vickie had done her first lap blindfolded. Breathing deeply through her mouthpiece, Vicke waited.

Vickie had run hundreds and hundreds of laps around a dozen or more tracks, and who knows how many grand prix runs, but she had never been as invigorated as she felt right now. Wow!

"Okay" Don told Vickie, "it's basically two long running steps and two turning steps, but you know your legs move more often than that. Picture this room, see where you are..."

Vickie began to rocket her breath off the wall to her right, and soon found the wall in front of her and knew exactly how far away she was from it. "Okay" Don told her, "Go!" Vickie lunged forward.

:Learn yourself" Don cried at just the right moment to remind Vickie to start her turn left, then when she heard the echo sharpen from the wall in front of her, she turned sharp again and headed into the first lap straight, back twords Don on the other side of the table. Don took a step closer to the table with a broad smile and let Vickie run. Lap two began as she ran past him.

Vickie needed no reminding now to start counting her steps but timed her turn slightly wrong and her right shoulder grazed the wall. Breathing quite sharply now, Vickie heard the echo of the next wall just in time and got back on track. She needed no reminding to enter the far turn. Yes!

Don was beside himself and so glad Vickie could not see him as he let her run three full-speed laps, then flicked her into a victory lap. "Wow, maybe she really will be getting victory laps" Don thought to himself as he smoothed out her leather and rubbed her shoulders.

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Now let's get you back upstairs." Off they went.

Once upstairs and back in Vickie's room, Don fastened the wall chain back to the back of her collar, took off her leash and un-fastened her wrists. "Slim-fast shake and water" he said, pulling two bottles about a liter each out of a small cooler that had been waiting on the dresser. "Here's how you use them" he said, indicating, "hold whichever one you want, stick your head down and put your breathing tube in the hole here, then just lift your head and it'll run into your mouth. You can use your tounge on your breathing hole to stop it up and swallow."

Vickie was stunned. When she had spent all that time looking forward to dinner, she was looking forward to getting the damn thing out of her mouth and actually eating dinner! Vickie whined. Vickie moaned, then she whined again, shaking her head and looking at Don and pointing to the thing in her mouth. Don looked actually concerned. "Oh geez, girl, that is not coming off, sorry. No. Take it off and it's for one reason- to get your clothes back and walk away. Boy I'm sorry but no, not tonight, not tomorrow night."

Vickie crumpled in defeat, her shoulders slumped and she felt like she wanted to cry. She moaned. Don stood by paitently. After a couple of moments Vickie got some of her composure back, her hunger winning out. She reached out and Don handed her one of the bottles.

"This is the water" he told her. "Be careful with it, don't choke, have your tounge on the hole when you raise it up."

Vickie followed Don's advice and soon enough was getting a small stream of fresh cold water into her parched mouth. She put her head down for just a moment to take the bottle back off and relished the feeling as the water soaked into the corners of her mouth. Again. Then she held her hand out for the other bottle.

"Okay, this is a basic diet dinner with some extras. We won't know exactly what nutrients to be feeding you untill we find out if you are going to stick with the program, but there ya go." The shake has thus-far been bolstered only with a couple of finely-ground Tylenol and one shot of rum. Vickie gulped it down.

"Use some water now to rinse out" Don told her. Vickie did as he said. The water still felt great. When she was finished she handed him back both bottles, the shake being all gone and the water being like half-gone. Her shoulders were still slumped, she looked defeated, and she was far more tired that she could imagine. Today had ended up soooooo much different from how it started.

"Um" Don said. Vickie looked up. "There is still the small matter of your cat-box. Look, I'm really not one of those watersports guys that wants to watch a girl pee, (liar! liar!) but you really should get it out and see if you can use it now. Once I chain you for bed and shut out the lights, you will be in a really bad way if you need to go, and I just hate mopping up the mess." His matter-of-fact delivery totally threw Vickie. Don's gaze was unflinching. What next?

Vickie sat naked, harnessed and chained at the edge of her small bed and contemplated her day so far. First thing, going in to work to get her last check and begging to get her job back, No. Lunch with the Captain, who almost always ate lunch at her restaraunt and seemed like a pretty nice guy, if a bit old for her. Stuffing her own panties in her own mouth! Leaving them there! Now worse, trading them for the hateful thing she was wearing now - and wearing like virtually nothing nothing else. Running around a table naked. Chained naked to the wall. Liquid dinner. Now being all-but told to let this guy watch while she went pee. What a day!

With a deep and weary sigh, Vickie slipped down to the floor and reached under her bed. with her feet There it was. She pulled it out by knocking it from side to side with her left and right feet. It turned out to be a very ordinary cat-box, the kind with the battery and the sensor that does a scoop thing once the cat has done its own thing. Hm, humans have a bit more capacity than cats. Well here goes. Vickie used her leg and feet to pull her box out to the middle of the floor, turned her back to Don and squatted over the thing and let go. That feel good! Wow!

Without even looking at Don she sat back down on her bed. Don grunted in approval as the mechanism whirred into life and scooped her dirties into it's disposal chamber. "Good girl" Don told her. Vickie was way more a sleepy girl than a good girl, she felt alone now. Don used his foot to shove the box out of the way then stood Vickie back up. Reaching into the top dresser drawer, Don pulled out a pack of baby wipes and very mechanically wiped up in her puss and wiped up and down in her ass crack. Vickie shuddered. Yes, she was an animal. "Good" he told her again, spinning her around and using a carabiner to fasten her wrists to the chain that held the back of her neck to the wall. He patted her bare butt.

"Get settled Vic, it's bedtime."

Vickie looked around her remarkably stark setting. A bed. A chain. A dresser and a miror. Don. The door, totally out of reach. She lay on the bed with a fresh clean sheet but no pillow and decided to face the wall, so she rolled over. A final kick of her leg into a position of comfort gave Don the cue he needed. Reaching over and rubbing her bare arse, Don murrmered comforting words to Vickie, then slipped away. Click, click. The door was shut tight and the light was snapped out. Vickie was utterly alone for perhaps the first night of her life.

Vickie had a boyfriend for two years and he was pretty hot, he fucked her and helped her learn to suck him off. But the one thing that made their secret evenings naked together so worthwhile was when he taught her to masturbate. They had broken up over a year ago and Vickie still pretty much masturbated every night. Um, not tonight.

Once Don was gone and the light was out, Vickie took stock of her situation. Weary to the bone, naked and chained? Check. Alone? Check. Utterly alone? Check! Hot for play time? Check! All of a sudden Vickie realized a side-effect of what Don had done with her, when he had fastened her ever-so-ready wrists to the chain running down her back. She couldn't touch herself! Aw crap!

Vickie tossed and turned, wanting to play with herself more than she had wanted darn near anything in her life, but it just wasn't going to happen. With quiet sobs of frustration the rum started to kick in, and Vickie drifted off to sleep imagining herself in front of a crowd of a thousand people, masturbating for all it was worth, working herself up to that 10,000-volt discharge of orgasm that she needed so badly right now. Just wasn't going to happen. Choking back tears of frustration, Vickie drifted off to sleep.

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