However they can’t be sure. It might be a trap designed to catch us. They are still listening for any clue to the King’s whereabouts but they susp...ct that very few people actually know about the kidnapping.’ ‘What about the attack on us?’ Lisa asked. ‘That’s due tomorrow evening. You and the ladies accompanying Serena, but NOT the Queen, nor Harold, nor me, are to be invited to the zenana for folkloric entertainment. While there you will be served drugged drinks. When you fall asleep you will. What's your track record like?”"100% satisfaction." He slipped a business card for "Marcus's Holistic life coaching" into the front of my dress. Whether by accident or design, the only visible words are 'Marcus's ho'.I arrange an appointment for that weekend. The tiny pink and orange leotard I wore for the occasion did nothing to conceal my rock-hard nipples or the wetness between my legs. Marcus sends Harry out for a two-hour cardio session with his assistant, a tall, pretty, well-built. “Nice blouse, by the way. I’ve always liked you in that blouse.”“Thank you Christopher – but you still haven’t told we where we’re going …”“We aren’t going anywhere.”“So…I don’t understand. Why did you ask me to dress up like this?”I looked down at her puzzled old face. She thought she was safe now – she thought she had been reprieved. No condemnation from the neighbours when she appeared in Court, no mutterings and whisperings when she walked into church on Sunday. It was time to tell her the. Without waiting a singlesecond she reached behind her, placed her wrists into the handcuffs and lockedthem into place. Nowbound hand and foot, by her own hand, she began to test the limits of herimmobility. Shifting her arms right then left, up and down, knowing she wastrapped, sent her sexual urge into overdrive. The gag, preventing her fromanything but incoherent sounds, coupled with the light pressure upon herbreasts intensified the feeling of helplessness and desire. Her feet.