2 comments/ 12422 views/ 3 favorites Sophia's Scottish Seclusion By: ShelleyWingco Chapter 1. The station name even sounds cold enough to freeze you. Rannoch Moor. It's the remotest stop on the rail line from Perth, in the south to Inverness, gateway to the Highlands of Scotland. The old guard aboard this last service of the day was drinking his tea as they got closer to the place. Rarely did anyone alight here and never at night. There were only a dozen people on the train. An elderly couple going to the city for their flight to somewhere warmer. A group of businessmen, all heading for Wick, way up north but they'd be stopping in town tonight as no trains went out that way beyond 10 pm. One or two others scattered about the carriages wanting to be left alone. Lastly there was Sophia, the very pretty girl who'd been aboard all the way from Glasgow's Queen St station. She hadn't said much on the four hours he'd been there, buying a coffee every ninety minutes or so from the fixed machine near his seat, also checking they were running on time. He'd studied her at length when she came strolling down the carriage, surely the best looking lassie he'd seen in years. The way she'd moved, faint swaying of hips... the gentle smile on her face, what a lovely creature he'd thought as she returned to her seat. When she'd came more than once he began looking forward to the next time! The white roll-neck sweater showed off any young boy's dream of the female figure and he couldn't help looking even now, wishing girls like this had been around when he was a lad. Whenever she'd spoken his heart went all funny. A soft Home Counties accent with a hint of Scandinavian there, and she was so polite too. Now she sat alone in the First Class cabin, quietly reading a novel. Earlier in the journey she'd stared out at the scenery as it changed from urban sprawl to wild highland before darkness fell and she started the book. Fiddling with her long glossy hair strands the way girls do. He guessed she must be nervous. Or maybe excited about meeting a boyfriend perhaps? The bleakest stop of all and now a few moments away as the two-car train began to slow. "Rannoch Moor, the next station is Rannoch Moor," The driver said, wondering like the guard why they'd even bothered stopping here. During the summer months maybe, a few hardy cyclists loving the challenge to race the 30 odd miles east to the main A9 road that followed this route, though over easier terrain. Dougie Harrison was amazed to see the girl now on her feet, donning the jacket and covering the body that had been admired tonight by everyone who'd seen it. Now reaching for her bags and staring out of the window as the machine trundled slowly into the station. The faintest of smiles on lips he'd wanted to kiss more than those belonging to his wife. Surely she was not thinking of alighting? No villages within an hour, the only house anywhere was two miles or so along the narrow road and he couldn't even remember who'd lived there these days... But Sophia Rohannson did, and that was why she had come. Chapter 2 The train shuddered to a halt and the exit lights came on. One of the other passengers looked startled as he heard the hiss of a door opening. Peering up from his paper to see who wanted to get on at this time of night. Only to see a pretty blonde girl staring out into the gloom, then step off the edge and hurry to the tiny shelter twenty feet away, dragging two heavy suitcases with her. Not that she could move that fast even without the luggage and he too had checked her out on the journey up. Now wearing a smartly tailored red jacket covering the sweater, long black skirt flapping round her upper calves, leather knee-high stillettoe-heeled boots below that. She did look rather elegant and he wished his daughter would dress like this now and again. The outfit might be smart to wander around Inverness or Edinburgh in, but out here? Ridiculous, he thought, grateful that the guard got the door shut sharpish. The girl not hitting the button marked 'close', behind her, typical of the youth of today. Only thinking about themselves instead of others. Serves her right, he wondered, seeing the girl wedge into the furthest corner of the hut. Face glowing under the faint lamplight above, as more illumination spilled from the train itself. Trying to brush her hair aside as the howling moorland wind destroyed attempts to keep it tidy. The buzzer went off and the train began to leave. Dougie watching the girl staring back, almost waiting for the moment when she realised what she'd done by getting off too early and try to run back to the edge of the platform. He even rested his hand on the emergency stop button, but nothing happened. She waited till the rattling stopped...then Miss Rohannson smiled as she secured her hair into a ponytail to control it. Once the noise was replaced by the roar of wind Sophia reached down and opened the handbag. Finding her phone and looking at the screen once it lit up. Amazed that even here there was a decent signal as she prepared the text message. Tapping out the one word code she clicked 'send' then shut the phone off. Placing it back, then opening one of the suitcases and extracting the contents. If Dougie had seen what was there, he'd have choked on his coffee. Sophia paused then removed her boots, swapping them for equally impractical ankle-strapped heels. Rubbing each foot briefly, before doing them up, thinking about applying the first manacle to her ankle. If she clicked it closed she'd be proving herself beyond all doubt. When it had arrived at her flat a week ago with the invitation there were no keys with it. Nor for the heavy box that accompanied them, this taking up most of the room in her second case. By doing the other cuff she'd be helplessly stuck here till morning and have serious questions to answer from the railway people if he didn't come. Looking round the shelter Sophia saw what was needed of her... "He must be nearby" she murmured softly, seeing the two wrist manacles leading from the corners, a link connecting them so they'd be high above her head. Chains to attach themselves to her ankle cuffs poking from behind the bench. A collar mounted from the drainpipe. Lastly a box also wedged behind the seat, written on the side was a stylised letter'S' No way could they have been there long. Even out here things like that would attract more than comments. Though it was arousing a lot more inside Sophia's body right now. "S for Sophia," she whispered, smiling broadly now, wishing it wasn't so windy, but at least it was dry as she took off her jacket. The bulge of her breasts showed throught the fabric of her sweater. That too coming off revealing a white silk blouse underneath, Sophia glad she'd not been instructed to be naked or just clad in underwear as the two garments got neatly folded and placed in the suitcase. Moving quickly now she checked her wristwatch, saw it was almost ten pm then took that off and it joined the mess in her handbag. Taking a deep breath she opened the box by the seat and retrieved the contents, taking the thick penis gag and inserting it into her mouth and tying it off round her head. Using the little pump and inflating it till she could barely squeak. That was removed and put back into the box as she grabbed the sleepmask. That would have to wait a moment as she took the deepest breath yet. Sophia reached down and clicked the manacles over her ankles, committed now, shuddering as each gripped her limbs. She tried shuffling round, the tug of metal almost tripping her up, but it felt great as she tidied up her cases, leaving her handbag on top. Another look round as she was determined to get this right...or face severe consequences. Applying the sleepmask onto her forehead but not yet over her eyes. Now Sophia bent down and grabbed the two chains that fed from behind the bench. Clipping the d'ring to the outside of her right ankle cuff. Then easing her left foot the three inches away till the chain between them was taut and doing the same. It only just made it and she couldn't move her feet at all now. "Oh golly" she murmured, knowing the best was to come. Taking hold of the collar Sophia paused then slipped it round her neck then gently eased it shut. CLUNK. Shaking as it was quite tight Sophia took another look round, reaching up with both arms to the manacles high above her, coming from the corners, seeing the little buttons inside each as she'd been told would be there. If she rested a wrist in each and pushed against it, the cuff was supposed to lock tight and the job would be done. So it was time... The sleepmask was brought down and her world disappeared into inky blackness. Her heart pounding as she reached up with her right arm first. Sliding it into the open loop then pushing back against the tiny button. SNAP. Getting excited now as the metal gripped her wrist, feeling the twinges below she did the same on the other side, imagining how she looked. Helplessly gagged, blindfolded and manacled. Thirty odd miles from nowhere...one person who could save her...shivering in the icy blast that ruffled the material of her blouse. The slinky fabric giving little resistance to the cold. But it wasn't that which made her shudder even more... ...Sophia heard another train coming! "OH BUGGER!" she squealed into the gag. Tugging at the chains but no give anywhere. It hadn't occurred to her that trains go both ways on this line. The idea of the driver and guard seeing her like this. If there were no passengers on the service they might stop anyway, possibly do things to her! And that got Sophia REALLY excited as she swayed in the merciless grip of steel. Thinking maybe being groped by persons unknown and so on. But as she'd placed herself in these bonds they'd be within their rights to do whatever they wished and she got wetter as the noise increased. The train rumbled into the station and she froze, then her heart sank as it just cruised slowly through and carried on. Unbeknown to the blindfolded Sophia that this was the night-sleeper service to London and was never liable to stop here. Plus the lights at Rannoch Moor went off at 10pm anyway and she'd not have been seen. But her heart was still trembling as the sounds faded to wind again... Chapter 3. Her feet started to ache in the heels. Gentle caresses as the skirt and two slips ebbed and flowed in the wind. The blast of air over her silky clad legs was turning her heart a quiver... before Sophia heard footsteps crunching along the gravel path she'd seen nearby. Surely this was...him, she thought as they arrived up onto the platform. Heading straight to the hut. Now she could hear his breathing as he came much closer, into the entrance and she smelt...expensive aftershave. Nice, he's even dressed up for me! She thought, then froze as fingers touched her breasts. "Welcome to Rannoch Moor Miss Rohannson," the stranger said at last. Her heart pounding in sheer relief at the recognition of the accent. She'd heard so much of it during their phone calls when he'd arranged this new life for her. Now he was here and the examination of her began, tugging at her bonds and by the sound of it, both her cases were opened and checked too. "Good girl, everything as ordered," he said, sounding quite pleased coming back and unbuttoning her blouse. Fingers stroking the pure silk underwear she'd been told to wear, tapping her rock hard nipples. "Perfection indeed," he murmured before doing her up again. Moving down, running over the hips and then going under her skirt to check she was stocking clad, the fingers feeling this beauty shuddering as he reached up to the top. She managed not to squeal as he pushed gently in. "Excellent. My dear, you've done well Sophia, it must have taken courage, yes?" and she nodded. "But now is the time to commit yourself. There's another train going south in twenty minutes. I have a valid ticket in my pocket for it, First Class too. Do you want to be freed? Or are you ready for this new life of bondage with me?" he said coming closer again. She trembled as he stroked her body again. "Freedom...? Is it what you want?" and slowly Sophia shook her head. He asked again and the girl repeated her movement. He kissed her nose and then hugged the girl. "Thank you my dear. I rather suspected you wouldn't," and she could sense the man smiling now. "So it's time to go, but first I must prepare you." With that Sophia heard him ferret around in one of her cases and a sound of a lock being undone. He must have had the keys for the mystery box that came with the ankle cuffs. A belt was clamped round her waist and locked off. Keys rattling as he reached both arms around and put something on the back of it. Slowly he freed her right limb, moving it behind and locking it to a new manacle. That must be what was in the box, she thought as this was repeated for the left arm. She sighed as the strain on her shoulders was reduced. "Not sore already? My dear you'll need more stamina than that," he said, those words making her shake, but mainly with hopeful anticipation. He began work on her ankles, freeing the side chains and Sophia brought her feet together, only for him to lightly slap her backside, saying she should only move when instructed. She froze then they were put back where they'd been as he took off the chain, but then it sounded like another replaced it. More clinking as he clipped something to the belt then attached that to the new one between her legs and it held the length off the floor now. So it looked like she'd be able to walk, while safely shackled and not trip over. That making her smile behind the gag. A real damsel eh? Just like the advert she'd answered all those weeks ago. Are YOU a damsel-in-distress? Tied of a life without meaning? Hoping for something that makes your beating heart go... Oooohhh? I can chainge your life. Bind your soul... And so it went on for another paragraph, those spelling mistakes obviously planned references to bondage. So she'd replied to the Post Box with her name and number then waited. Six painful weeks later her phone had rung. It was him...offering her the chance of a lifetime. Out of a job, flat rent due and nothing in London to stay for? It'd taken her what...thirty seconds to say yes! And now it was all coming true. Her benefactor unclipped the chain from her collar then removed that as well, ordering Sophia to take two paces forward. She obeyed, the clinking of her ankle retraints making her heart indeed go Oooohhh as she stopped. Then came the sound of stuff being undone, obviously he was removing any signs of what had occurred here as chains and the collar itself were dropped into the wooden box and it being placed inside her case as the clicks of buckles being secured was done. A hand guided her out of the hut, chains again rattling in turn with the click of her stillettoes as Sophia was marched along the platform. The skirt and slips again stroking her silly, the lassie wishing she could see how she looked right now. The path sloped down and Sophia assumed they were at the end of the platform. This confirmed as he told her they would wait around the back of the derelict signal box for the last train to pass in case it stopped, shame this was the windy side! She felt him place a jacket over her trembling shoulders. That was nice, she thought as he pulled it round the front. The pair stood there, him pressing Sophia against the wooden slats of the building, shielding her from the breeze, his hands roaming rapidly inside the covering and over her body and actually this began to warm her skin a bit. As the roar of the train whipped past he kissed the girl again on the nose. Sophia nearly swooned. Oh God, she thought, what have I done? The answer was to give herself to this man, who wanted her more than he'd ever thought possible once she'd answered his call. He could see in the torchlight the body was exactly as promised in her phone calls. Slim, long-legged, well proportioned too, he thought, rubbing hands over her blouse. Now it was time to take Sophia to his home. Though of course the girl would not see how she was to get there. He removed the jacket, as now it was his turn to be cold but she'd be fine in a moment. Once the train had gone he marched the girl all the way back along the platform. Looking down in the torchlight he saw the delightful swishing of her skirt. He had lots of vintage stuff at home and the lass said she'd always liked 'dressing old' as a child. So she'd have no problem wearing long frocks... with cuffs on of course. That was good, the only leather and modern stuff she'd see from now on would be restraints and suchlike. They arrived at his transport. Sophia amazed to hear a whinnie of a horse! Wondering how the hell she'd ride it like that. "Your carriage awaits my dear," he said, quietly unlocking the curious contraption. Sophia stood there waiting till he tugged her arm and told the girl to step up onto a box. She obeyed, then up another till as promised found herself inside what sounded like a container of sorts. It had lurched when she'd taken the second step so she assumed that this really was like one of the old stagecoaches seen in movies. At least it got her out of the icy wind and that was a relief. He sat her down on a soft cushioned bench and Sophia managed not to groan as the weight came off her feet. Walking in heels while shackled and blindfolded was bloody tricky, but having been admonished once, she didn't want to incure his wrath again. He dragged chains from somewhere and clipped them to her ankles, having adjusted another one now holding her feet together. A tug proved they couldn't move apart. Sophia was eased back til her neck rested in a new padded collar and this was locked then she really shuddered as both arms were freed and the belt removed, her limbs stretched to the corners and tightly clamped into restraints mounted there. "Right, that should...hold you safely young lady," he said, rubbing her cheek. She smiled behind the gag and listened as the door came round, closing with a clang, like a cell and was locked. I'm in a mobile jail, she thought as the carriage lurched again. Listening intently she heard a quietly spoken 'gwon George' and the thing began to move! It rolled along then stopped a moment later and he told her to 'wait'. As if I could do anything else, she grinned. The footsteps returned, opened the door and she heard two heavy thumps and realised he had picked her cases up after all. They began again, but the road might just have been corregated iron as it shook and clattered along. Sophia trying to keep still as it threatened to throw her off the bench. However she was glad the collar and restraints were all padded or this could have seriously hurt her. Swaying and pitching as horsie went to the gallop she did her best not to put too much strain on her neck, having to brace her feet on the floor too. Her breasts swaying against the bra, the wind ruffling her hair through the windows it was an amazing experience. This lasted a while before they slowed to a trot then stopped, paused and the clatter became echoing and she assumed they'd arrived at his home as it came to a stop again. She waited ages while he sorted out the horse, going to and fro. Seemingly she was now a lower priority than his mode of transport! Chapter 4. Finally she heard him return, the cell door opening and he reached in. stroking her body first while she was unable to resist. Not that she wanted to right now. Though a loo might help. He freed her from the carriage. This time only her hands were restrained behind her back as he brought his prize upstairs into the main part of the house. Marching Sophia along the corridor then up another flight, these of wood rather than stone. Then she found herself on carpet as the clicks almost vanished. Guessing that maybe these were the living quarters as he guided her into a room. Sophia's Scottish Seclusion She was brought to a standstill and listened as he did things around the place. By now her feet were giving Sophia some serious gyp. But dare not complain or end up failing whatever test he had for her. "Sophia my dear, this is your bedroom and here you will remain until 8am tomorrow. Breakfast will be at 8:15 downstairs. I expect you to be on time. Dressed...head to foot in white. Everything white in the wardrobe must be worn, understand?" he said. The girl nodding in agreement. "I'm freeing your bonds now, but do not remove the blindfold until I've locked your door. Goodnight young lady." Were his last words as he hugged the lass again. Kissing her nose then going behind and unlocking her wrists. Sophia holding still as she'd not been told to move, though it was hard not to twitch as he stroked up and down her hips while freeing the restraints. "Good girl. Now remember. Do not be late," he said as his steps receeded to the door. She nodded again then listened as the thing closed with a solid clump. A key rattled in a lock then she jumped as three heavy bolts came across. His steps faded then Sophia started to move. Undoing the gag first, then squinting in the dim lighting as her sleepmask joined it on the floor. She looked around, seeing a lovely well appointed bedroom, large in size with ornate paintings, fine wood paneling and a rich blue carpet under her feet. Sophia shed her shoes, anxious not to damage the floor, also a huge sigh of relief as her legs could relax. A look behind the other door found the girl in a massive en-suite bathroom that was soon put to use. A yawning Sophia returned and as all girls do went to the wardrobes for a nosy round. Opening the first and staring in amazement. "Bloody hell. He wasn't kidding!" she exclaimed, counting twenty or more dresses of various colours and styles. Having been told that once here she'd never be wearing anything mass-produced again, except shoes. Only if they had guests or when she was allowed to go into town would she 'go modern'. These however were all classic period costumes, and as she loved anything Edwardian or Victorian this was going to be great as she rubbed one, then lifting it out and the girl realising how heavy it was. The TV and big-screen 'bodice-ripper' films, and wearing this she'd look like the main character! The other wardrobe was probably the same but she was too exhausted to worry about it. A peek out the curtained window did not gain her any knowledge of the exterior. Only the fact it was now pouring with rain as the torrents streamed down the glass. She came back to the main part of her room. One of the outfits in that wardrobe was white, along with a matching coloured fearsome front-lacing corset and she guessed this was what he wanted her to wear tomorrow morning. Shoes appeared identical to what she'd just shed so no flats from now, suppressing a groan. If blokes had to wear heels they'd understand what their women go through! All the dresses had undergarments laid next to them. If he ordered her to wear a certain colour, everything it appeared had to match. But that was tomorrow and she needed to get to bed sharpish. A hunt round the big dressing table got results. It seemed he'd done some serious shopping for her as everything required was here. It took half an hour of work before a very tired Sophia donned a flowing Victorian style nightdress and tumbled into bed. As her phone was elsewhere, the luggage not brought up here she had to set a clock rather than her normal alarm. Chapter 5. The bell dinged her into life right on time and Sophia yawned herself into action. That bed was damn comfy, big enough for a family to sleep in and she made it tidy again before using the bathroom. Least this house had modern stuff like a good shower and she hurried through the ablutions, wanting to get laced into that period stuff. Make-up too was up-to-date and soon a discreetly glowing Sophia headed for the wardrobe. Grabbing the frock and all the rest, coming back and laying 'half a ton' of stuff on the bed. By goodness it felt great as she tugged and pulled each and every inch of those corset cords. Her waist, being no slouch of course now giving her a truly envious figure. "Marilyn, eat your heart out honey," she gasped as the last one was tied off in a bow. If she'd not done the stockings earlier then Sophia would not have been able too. It was barely possible to bend down, even without the dress. But add an underdress and three petticoats that had been provided too and no chance. She'd even had to strap her shoes on before dressing! But she was determined not to fail on the first occasion. A pose in the mirror...oh she wished for her phone to be able to photograph this. Sadly that had not magically appeared, maybe he'd take some for her sometime. A peek in the other wardrobe having unlocked it however did stun the girl to complete silence... Colour-coded restraints...and one set was white! Tentertively she brought out the collar first. A belt with fixed wrist manacles was next, those little buttons inside each one, then cuffs with a foot long chain for ankles, a longer chain followed and she assumed this was to go between the belt and her leg restraints. Like she'd worn last night at the station. Lastly an amazing contraption she assumed was to go around her head as it was hinged at the top. Eye, nose and mouth holes. Spaces on either side where her ears would go. Another gap in the back part obviously would take Sophia's long hair. A look at the bottom found several bits that matched her collar. Levers on this must lock both bits to it. So to wear the mask, she'd need to put the neck on first, then push the back part of the head into it with the front part opened above. Sort her hair into the slot then bring the face down over her forhead then push that into the collar below her chin. Then slide both levers across to lock it. She shuddered at the thought... 'Heavy bondage he promised, this'll do for starters!' But could she get into the restraints after dressing? There were no keys so if she couldn't, that would be a failure and maybe she'd have to leave. Sophia dithered for ages trying to think it out, then found a compromise. Put the leg cuffs on, plus the chain for the belt, then get dressed. She'd have to try and sit down to get into all the stuff but there seemed no option. Plus it was now 7:30 and she had to hurry! Least she hadn't put any more than her underwear on so far. The clicks seemed SO loud as she put the leg manacles on herself. These were high quality stuff and at least the padding would stop the metal wrecking her stockings. They also gripped quite tight and she assumed the others would too. He had asked for all her measurements, including wrist, ankle and neck circumferences. As well as the normal ones you'd ask a lady, she grinned, reaching for the petticoats. Though even these were hard to get into, as she couldn't step into them like normal. Each was tied off then she got the underdress over her head, letting it slide down smoothly over those hips. Lacing it up and she was glad her waist went in so well. Next came the crucial part as the main dress went over this and was carefully buttoned to just below her neckline. A perfect fit. Sophia was glad her efforts at getting the corset so tight now proved correct, as the thirty buttons were finished. Normally on a period dress the fasteners go up the back but Sophia realised that here she'd be dressing alone, rather than having a maid to help her. So the faux buttons behind were just that, with a clever and pretty panel that reached from under her left arm, across the front of her torso and under the right side. This hid the buttons that actually secured the dress. "What a clever idea," she grinned. She did the extra fasteners and the effect was stunning as she looked in the mirror. She'd have pranced around the room, having a swish, had her ankles not been cuffed. Though she already realised that somehow she had to reach down and get the loose end of her leg-to-belt chain. Maybe use a coathanger or something. So the belt was next, but she found a problem. The link for the d'ring for the legs, was on the opposite side to the wrist restraints. Which way was the belt supposed to go? And again she paused. "Gotta be wrists behind, both other times were," she murmured, easing the belt round, pausing then closing it. Even though the corset was on, this was bloody tight with two thick layers of dress as well. Mind you the effect in the mirror soon had Sophia posing again. The clock dinged another quarter hour and the girl sighed, knowing it was the headpiece next having slipped the collar round her neck while wishing she hadn't wasted that time applying make-up. Lifting the heavy thing up Sophia got the contraption round and by sheer fluke it went straight into the slots. Sliding the lever across and feeling the bolt engage. It was SO difficult, her dress gave no room for manoevre with the belt on and she didn't want to rend it under the arms by stretching. Now came the important bit once she'd tied her hair into a ponytail and got it fed through the slot. Breathing fast Sophia brought the front down, making sure no wisps of hair got trapped round her ears. Then eased it into the slots and slid that lever across too. The pressure was something else, like her head was in an all-over vice. She couldn't speak as her jaw was jammed hard against the bottom. A hum maybe but eating was going to be impossible. It took her a minute to get the loose chain attached to the belt then again the girl paused. Shuffling to the door and opening it. Chapter 6. Finally, just as the clock began to ding the eight o'clock chimes, Sophia reached round and placed her wrists in the cuffs and pushed against the buttons, shuddering as the metal loops snapped round and held tight. She was done...and on time so it was away to see him for the first meal and the girl hoped he was as attractive as his husky voice had been. The feelings coursing through Sophia's body were awesome as she clipped down the corridor. The heavy dress swaying like she'd always wanted it to do. Remembering wearing one during her college days in acting lessons and wanting to stay like this all day. But Tracey the tutor said no and could she change back and give someone else a go. But he however had decreed that here she'd always be clad in stuff like this and Sophia was happy to oblige. Then she wondered had she made a huge mistake. He'd said 'wardrobe' not plural. Did this mean she should only have dressed, leaving it up to him to put restraints on her? Surely he'd not punish her for using initative. Though a 'sub' was not supposed to think for itself but she just had and at the moment was prepared to take the consequences. That sense of elation evaporated when Sophia reached the staircase that led down. She'd dreamed of sweeping down wearing a dress like this. Into her beau's arms for a long snog, then be dragged off somewhere and ravished. But trying that here like a Hollywood actress would end up with a visit to hospital with broken bones. Probably important ones too, as she looked at the length of the descent. Tentetively she twisted sideways so her manacled hands could grip the rail, then easing one foot down. Sophia did this three times then realised she'd not get anywhere fast. Turning to face forward she carried on after praying, and thankfully finding it easier this way. Even going round the corner she kept close to the rail where the steps were wider. Breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the bottom. A lovely smell of fried bacon plus clinking of cutlery indicated which door she needed, a saucepan sign on the wooden paneling proving this was the kitchen and the girl carried on, entering it just as the grandfather clock in the hallway began to boom the quarter hour signal. He looked up from the paper to see her standing there...and the guy was amazed at what she'd done. Ian MacKay hadn't really expected a response to his advert. The idea of any girl to basically give up her life to come live here was prepostorous. Or so he'd thought until Sophia Rohannson had got in contact. The pretty London based stockbroker had been made redundant because of the recession. Despite the fact she made most of her trading companies' profits it was still a 'boys club world' and her boss had taken great delight in telling Miss Rohannson she was being 'reassigned'. If she didn't want to accept then...well she'd be 'eligible' for the chance to find another job outside the company. As she hated him anyway Sophia called his bluff, took them for a cool half-million pounds at tribunal and a week later while reading a newspaper, saw MacKay's cryptic advert. Not having done much heavy bondage stuff since splitting with a long-term 'dom' it felt the right time for Sophia Rohannson to undergo a huge change in her life. Many hours of talks between her and him went fine and agreement had been reached, culminating in the stuff arriving at her apartment. The lease was up anyway so letting it go hadn't been a wrench. Sophia packed the two cases she'd been allowed to bring. Sent the rest of her stuff to charity shops and here she was. "Well my dear. I'm hugely impressed. Those stairs must have been a challenge?" he grinned. The girl bowing in agreement, seeming as she couldn't nod this was the only alternative. He came from the table and inspected her. Amazed at what she'd done this morning. He'd just expected her to sashay in wearing the dress and shoes, eat breakfast then he'd start using restraints on her. But to actually work out how to bind her body like this, proved to him that the girl really was serious about what was to happen to her here with him. He wondered how she'd unlocked that wardrobe then remembered he left the key there. She couldn't be punished for that. To start too early might spoil the pleasure...for both of them in this relationship. Her future looked bright, even if she couldn't see it through a blindfold. Sophia Rohansson was thrilled as she stared back at him. 'What a right dish', she thought, better than George, even dear Brad would struggle. Smartly tailored tweed suit and spotlessly shined black leather shoes. Not too old, clean-shaven, well built but purely muscular, a kindly face and as for those eyes... Ohhh... my goodness, how could he not have found someone with eyes like that? He indicated her to come forward and she obeyed, his arms sliding over her body and Sophia nearly fainted as her nose got kissed. "Hungry?" he asked and she bowed. "Hmm, bit hard eating like that I guess," he grinned, those eyes twinkling and Sophia went all gooey inside. MacKay reached up and eased the levers open then carefully removed the headpiece. Seeing for the first time his new lady's face in real life. Even better that the photographs he'd had taken of her last month. A professional guy sent to London, following the girl and seeing just how she interracted with her friends, old colleagues and so on. Having researched Sophia Rohannson through her company files, he was an expert hacker and knew all about her work and the facts of her tribunal, though he'd have to tell her something important soon. Doing the same on her social network and he knew... she was THE one. That was for later as her eyes glanced at the cooker. Now she needed feeding and he told Sophia to wait as he removed the collar, unclipped the ankles then freed her wrists, permitting the girl to rub herself better. Taking off the belt last. She smiled back at him, paused, then after he'd nodded she quietly said thanks. "Good girl, I think you'll do, come here..." Ian said at last. He reached for her and Sophia broke down in tears. Rushing into his opening arms and they wrapped tightly round her torso. Relieved it was all going to be fine as they looked at each other before breaking off then she kissed him on the lips. By golly he knew how to snog. Tongues and all, the girl running short of air before they broke off smiling. Her lovely chest going in and out, straining against the fabric of the corset and the rest. "Right, let's eat Sophia," he chuckled, seeing her glowing. The girl wondering... "Food I hope. Rather than me?" she quipped and now he laughed, giving her a rub on the arm. "Indeed. But I'm seriously impressed. Though I don't recall saying you should have unlocked the wardrobe and used the restraints yet. I'd be concerned if you got stuck when I'm not here. More to the point you could have hurt yourself if you'd fallen down the stairs. I couldn't face the thought of that. Please don't try it again Sophia, or not until you've had some practice doing stairs in these outfits," he said gently, rubbing her arm. She bowed her head at this admonishment, but pleased he was concerned for her welfare, got another stroke then helped him finish cooking an impressive breakfast. That was consumed, Sophia serving him first then doing her own and getting another nod of approval for her efforts. Proud that she was a decent cook thanks to years of doing it for her widowed father. She cleared it away then followed him to the marvellous sitting room. A look around and she realised this guy was seriously rich. Even her old salary and the tribunal money wouldn't have got anywhere close to this. They sat down, Ian taking time to see just how elegently she did that. Hands sliding under her dresses then smoothing them out, tucking her feet demurely to one side as a lady should. Then resting both hands in her lap and waiting. He decided she'd either been to deportment classes or was very well brought up. It was the second, her mother Victoria had been strict on this for her daughter, but she assumed he knew all about her and the family now. Ian MacKay confirmed this, explaining who he really was and it took a while. How he'd reserched Sophia in more personal details once her letter had arrived and he'd begun talking to her. The girl's eyes widening as she saw the photos he'd had taken in London and her trip to a girlfriend's wedding in France. It shook her for a moment then she saw him staring. "If you're not happy my dear, you may leave and we'll forget this ever happened Sophia. There's only this one set and I'd let you destroy them. That's my word," he said. Having discovered during this morning's chatter he was a very important character in the investment world she knew he'd keep it. Ian MacKay ran his own company, MoorTrak Ltd, and she smiled wryly as she now deciphered the name. "Rannoch, and Railways, very good, original mind" and he bowed in acknowlegement. She'd had dealings with them while in London, got her fingers burnt when they'd screwed her bosses on a trade because their offer beat hers. "So it was YOU who did the ChemBank deal then?" she exclaimed. Her biggest trade and she got beaten at the last moment by that damn MTL code flashing up again. She nearly got fired over that but then the boss saw who'd beaten them. "Bloody Jocks, wish they'd have their own Exchange and leave!" On asking her manager who this MTL were she'd got a stare. "Someone even we dare not challenge. Leave it there young lady, please." he'd said. Now it appeared she was talking to No 1 MTL himself! "It was, sorry young lady, I know you copped some grief over it" he grinned. "But there is a good compensation package!" She stared back and agreed, smiling on saying though she'd lost out it saw her prove to her boss she could take it. "He even stopped saying, 'Sophia dear, be a sweetie and make some coffee'" she joked, doing a silly parody of her manager. Ian laughed then he began to explain why he regarded her so highly. "Do you make decent coffee mind?" he asked and she smiled broadly now. Telling a surprised Sophia that he, as MTL had been impressed at how far her BSP people had pushed him. Almost to the point HE had bottled out! She grinned wryly again. Had that trade gone through she would have been invited to become a Partner in BSP rather than a worker bee. Though the hours of work that would have involved would have pushed her close to breakdown despite the money on offer. Sophia's Scottish Seclusion "So in a way, you did me a favour. You, Ian, damn you, got me fired from a stressful job working for people I couldn't stand. Thanks buddy!" and they both laughed now. Then Ian Mackay dropped the little grenade. "But actually it was because of that, I wanted YOU Sophia. Your effort challenged me in a way I'd not faced before" He looked shamefaced now. "That's why I got you blacklisted. Put the advert in the paper I knew you read and prayed like heck you'd see it." She stared in shock. "Don't worry. If you hadn't done so within two months I'd have got it lifted. You made it by two weeks. So please don't take it personally. But now, with your skills I'd like you Sophia to join me here at MTL!" She gasped at this. What an opportunity and she almost said yes straight away, but paused. Thinking things rationally. Would it involve all this stuff, wearing these frocks and the bondage stuff? Or were they a ruse, searching her darkest held secrets just to get her to sign up. After that she'd have to wear normal stuff again, treat him like a normal boss? Sophia waited then asked him straight out, explaining her thoughts and that took a while. He smiled, saying he was glad she'd thought it through. But no, if she wanted...and he grinned, "As I know you do," she went red at that, then yes. This would be her way of life from now on. She'd become his equal partner in the firm, "As it's only me anyway," but these outfits would continue. "So would the rest, if you wanted?" he replied, eyes twinkling and she smiled and relaxed. Go for it honey...she thought. "OK Mr MTL, you have another deal, I accept" she said, the pair getting to their feet. Coming closer but instead of shaking hands they embraced and had a huge sloppy snog. "Sealed with a loving kiss. I'll bet that's never been heard on a Trading Floor either." she smiled, holding his cool hands. Chapter 8. He grinned then led Sophia next door to the office. Her eyes amazed at all the technology in here. Screens on the wall, his computers, various phones and so on. "Here we are. MTL in all it's glory." He said proudly. Ian led her back to the sitting room and they sat and had a long chat about her bondage experiences. The girl flushing as she explained how it felt. He nodded, knowing it to be true, telling her he'd once been a sub himself to a very domineering woman in London. "She was a tyrant, but taught a rebellious teenager the facts of life...and I loved Margaret for it. Once I qualified from university with grades that exceeded her expectations she occasionally allowed me to dominate her. So I know from both sides of the collar, cuffs and so on." He said, taking a moment to fetch the belt she'd worn this morning. Sophia headed off to use the bathroom then brought in two coffees, the girl taking time to admire her figure in the mirror, smoothing her hands over the dress. Swinging round and watching how the folds of material moved and she was already in love with this stuff. She might even learn to like the corset! Back to the room and the pair discussed rules for her, basically when Sophia wore any form of restraint she was not allowed to say a word. Only if she felt a situation had gone too far would she be allowed to use her codewords. Having been told these had to be easy enough to 'decipher from behind a gag' The phrase making her shudder but he saw her eyes light up as well. She finished her coffee and took the cups out then returned. To test this he handed the belt over and told Sophia to put it on with the cuffs faced forward then secure her arms. She did so, her eyes widening as the metal gripped her wrists. Ian told her to sit down and she complied. It was hard to balance and she almost fell back into the seat. He then put more cuffs on her ankles, taking time to caress her legs. She smiled at this then her collar was locked on and got a rub of cheek, the lassie waiting to see what was coming next. Instead he sat down across the room, got a paper from the rack and started to read. The girl now knowing this was a test and tried to relax as the minutes ticked past. It was hard and he sensed a little frustration as she began wriggling her fingers, Ian remembering the times Margaret had chained him up then left to go to work. She'd only worn them an hour or so...he'd once been left all weekend! He finally called out some financial stuff, bitching about trade taxes and so on. Asking her opinion and he saw her nodding in agreement, drawing breath, opening her...then pause...just before speaking. She waited then exhaled quietly. Sitting there for another half-hour while he completed the crossword well inside his normal time. Ian smiled, telling her to stand up, the girl doing so rather inelegently. It's hard when you've not got your hands to push up with, she thought. Ian freed Sophia, seeing her rub the wrists then standing there. "Well done," he said, taking the girl close and their lips met again. "You passed!" and now her smile lit up the room as another long kiss followed. "Right, I'll show you round the rest of the place" He watched how she walked in her heels. The strides short, the way her dresses moved and he could see her starting to love it. Her hands now and again running over her body. I've got you now Miss Rohannson, he grinned to himself as they went outside. Ian's house was as impressive externally too. A real country 'manor' but he assured her there'd be no gardening duties. Introducing Sophia to George the horse once he'd changed footwear and brought her to the two-berth stable. Seeing how she gently rubbed the old boys' nose. Feeding him a suger cube. He did a bit of cleaning, happy to muck the beast out. She offered but he declined, saying that she wasn't to get her dress dirty. Standing admiring those muscles when he'd removed the jacket. Once finished he took the girl to the other berth and walked in. Sophia amazed to see HER name on a new shiny plate. "Come on in," he ordered, standing with a thick collar in his hand. She obeyed and tried not to shudder as he locked it around her neck then took the keys out, the chain on that leading from the wall. "Right love, you'll be safe in here till lunchtime" he smiled then walked out, closed the half door and bolted it. Looking over as she stood staring back. Then Sophia smiled and winked! Making a whinnie noise and tossed her head, just like he'd often seen George do. He grinned and left her for moment then returned, unlbolting the door and coming in with a box marked 'Sophia's Tack' "Always wanted another, you'll do," he said unpacking a riding jacket. Helping her into it, then placing curious shaped but fine leather gloves on her hands, as these had 'hooves' over where her fingers would be. She had to tightly grip the little bar inside each one and he laced the wrists so she couldn't shake them off. A pair of boots came next. Knee length and these had NO heel but jacked her feet up, as there were 'hooves' under the toe area. She had to rest on the sides of the stable as they were done up. His bloody hands wandered and stroked her upper thigh, getting a really sexy moan as he carried on, touching so gently...there. "Easy honey, easy... Sophilly. Must get the plate changed," he joked coming up to see her eyes sparkling. "Last...bits, you ready for this?" he asked, his hands back in the box. She nodded, of course hoping it'd be something interesting. Only to stare as Ian pulled out a head harness. Coming to where she stood. "Hold your hair please," he instructed and Sophia paused then looked puzzled, waving her 'hooves' at him. "Oops sorry," he grinned then, securing it himself with a rubber band. He slipped the bridle over her head and told the girl to open her mouth. The bit was placed inside and she obeyed the order to clamp her jawbones on it, just behind those pearly white teeth. Ian could now tighten the myriad of straps onto the collar and also hold her mouth firmly shut. When he saw Sophia's eyes start to widen and nose flare, bucking her head a little he apologised and loosened one a notch, adding a pair of ears to the top. "There, just like George has," Sophia flushed when Ian leaned in and smirked, "Soon I'll be riding you too, with or without a whip!" He went to leave but then stopped. "Oops, I forgot the blinkers," he grinned, taking them and attaching to either side of her harness. "Better...nah, think you're a little excitable...Sophilly". So he pulled them across and secured the straps over the bridge of her nose, effectively blindfolding her. "There, have a whinnie now...pet" he joked. Taking the girl and rubbing both hands over her hips and ass, the faint sighs coming from her mouth a real cock hardener as he moved up her torso and onto those corseted and now heaving breasts. He didn't know how turned on Sophia was right now either! She heard the door shut and the bolts secure it, Ian heading off with a whistle. Behind him the girl was standing there a little shocked at what he'd said just now. 'He'll be riding me soon eh?' she thought. 'Hmmm, sounds rather hopeful' Chapter 9. Sophia stayed on her feet for a while then decided to lie down, as she was worried about overbalancing in the boots. It was difficult but that was how he found her curled up just before lunch and she did look sweet. He crept out to fetch a camera and took several photos. Waking the girl minutes later. She got to her feet and waited as he removed the bit, then the rest, Sophia working her jaw as it was sore. Rubbing the marks, as there were a few lines where the straps had dug in. Outside and free of restraints she thanked him for an interesting first morning of her new life as she dusted her dress down. The afternoon was equally good. She cooked lunch and did her duties, serving a splendid meal and got a hug for that. Having cleared up he waited for her to return from the bathroom then took Sophia back to the stable to see her carriage jail from last night. "What an amazing piece of kit. I loved the thrill it gave me Ian" she glowed, remembering the way he'd secured her inside. She peeked in, seeing the manacles there and MacKay saw her reach up and gently rub one. He smacked her bottom, then slowly pushed her in and shut the door. Locking it with a rattle. She was about to retort...then saw him smile. Sophia realising technically this was restraint as she couldn't escape, so 'the rules' applied. Sitting down she looked through the bars, leaning against them as Ian rubbed her cheek. "Good girl, now you know what to do. Wait for a moment," he said and walked off, returning with a box which contained her belt and collar, gag and blindfold plus ankle cuffs. Feeding one by one through the bars and waiting as the girl fitted them to the back wall, the belt near the base then reached down and locked her ankles, taking the chains already in the carriage and clipping them correctly. Doing the bits for her neck and waist then applying the gag and blindfold. Sophia paused then reached up to the wrist cuffs and placed her arms in each. Her heart leaping as both snapped round and she was done. He swished the curtains across then left her to stew all afternoon. The girl wondering what else he'd do. This was only the first day! Freedom came promptly at 6pm and he grinned as Sophia, once released dashed off to the bathroom for the obvious. Returning later with a smile. "Still dry, but it was close Ian. Please honey, I love wearing these dresses and don't want to wreck one by not being able to...to hold on," she said. He agreed and apologised...saying he'd forgotton she was out there while he'd been off to do the weekly shopping. She wondered how he'd got anywhere that fast, then amazed on discovering that half a mile away up the road was a hangar containing his Long Ranger helicopter! She'd heard one earlier, flying about while sitting there in the carriage. Now she KNEW he was the real deal but hoped he was a good pilot or she'd have been in trouble. Her evening was spent free of restraints, the girl swishing in for late night cocoa in that white nightie and bedjacket. Ian MacKay wanted to jump her right now but instead settled for a hug and rub, telling Sophia she'd be starting work properly tomorrow morning "At 09:30 promptly. Wear a light grey dress please. I'll always like my staff to...look demure" he grinned, also saying he had 'a very interesting system' that'd help her concentrate. She tried to wheedle that out of him but Ian refused and stood up to retire for the night. "You'll find out soon enough young lady. Now be off to bed with you". If only, she thought picking up the cups and clearing the place before sliding onto that comfy mattress. Only at the last minute remembering to set her alarm. Chapter 10. Having checked she'd cleared up after breakfast, used the bathroom Ian said it was time for them to start work. Pleased she'd reported ready at 09:15. He placed the thick manacles on Sophia's wrists, clicking them closed and the girl already smiling as she got that surge of adrenalin. The fact she was now safely under the bound rules as she bent down to hitch up her skirts. A vibrator was inserted into her pussy and the knickers replaced, then she shuddered as that chastity belt was shown to her then applied over the top, getting another sensual stroke of thigh. "Drop your dresses my love" he ordered, coming out from the myriad of layers and she did. Pausing and bending over to tug them tidy then looked up. "There's a good girl" he nodded and she blushed. Thinking this was a hell of a system he'd planned to help her concentrate! Ian then led her carefully downstairs and into the office, guiding Sophia over to the pole that now sat beyond his desk. It certainly hadn't been here yesterday! She briefly started then paused, seeing and analizing its purpose. He too grinned and unlocked all the loops. "Ready?" and she nodded. MacKay turning the girl around then easing her back till she rested against it. Miss Rohannson had read bondage stories on-line, even wished Max had bought her one had they existed. But Ian MacKay of course could afford to have a real one made in secret. "Yes my dear. Custom measured just for you," he said, seeing her eyes widen as he closed the neck collar around. Holding her chin up so she'd be staring just over his head while he was sitting at the desk. He freed her arms then told her to reach round behind the pole. She managed not to gasp once the new manacles snapped round her limbs. Another loop went round her waist and was locked, then he got her dress hooked over the opened ones that stuck up from the bottom and tidied up the heavy layers so you couldn't see she was secured there too. Tenderly stroking her legs up and down, a happy sigh coming from her mouth. Lastly came the blindfold wrapped over her eyes and tied off, the material just above the bridge of her nose with no light getting through. Or course she'd not be gagged, as this was a workday and Sophia had money to make. She got a good smoochy kiss to start then heard him fire up the computer. Only once they'd started would she be allowed to speak normally. A little humour was to be permitted if she started to get stressed. Over the next three hours he regaled various figures of shares, their fluctuating values and Sophia memorised them, working out sales charges, taxes and so on. Calling certain trends she picked up on, the same actions she'd done in London. Ian MacKay amazed as the girl, despite being strapped to a pole and receiving irregular stimulation from her vibrator was able to concentrate so well. At one point he almost accidentally let her orgasm, only a strained gasp of 'Ian pleeeese' prevented her blowing up. The sexy groan that emerged with the relieved 'thanks hon' would have brought any Stock Exchange trading floor into hysterics. He planned to record it next time when they did this tomorrow morning. That sale did go pear-shaped but she'd put it on hold first and it didn't cost them a penny as someone else got in first, then the value declined. Telling Sophia this brought a smile to her face. "Did it to me didn't you?" she chuckled. Now glowing with sweat...oh god he wanted to free Miss Rohannson and screw her right NOW...but needs must and it was still too early for lunch. She'd earned herself a juice, which Sophia supped through a straw before saying she was ready to continue. "Besides you'll have to make your own coffee now...sweetie!" and that made him laugh. Chapter 11. They completed the morning trades and Sophia got a kiss and rub as reward. On her first morning she'd made them twenty-two thousand pre-tax pounds. Seriously a good days' work but the girl seemed not to be happy with this. Freeing her from the post he removed everything including the chastity belt. Thus she was able to talk normally... after a snog of course, feeling a bit wobbly too. Admitting she should have done better with one of the pitches. "I'll be better Friday. I promise Ian," she said tiredly, needing a rest-stop too. He smacked her ass gently then said he'd prepare lunch while she showered then changed into the black outfit please. To her reasoning it made Sophia wonder if she was to be punished after all... this being confirmed when he said she was to present herself with the waist belt on and wrists secured in front. Trouble being she was looking forward to seeing what he meant. Going to the staircase and hurrying up, hitching her dress so she'd not trip over the hem like yesterday. Taking her time Sophia enjoyed the brief release from the corset. Man's best subjegation device for his lady, and a long shower and rub got the girl into a really happy mood. The light grey dress was put to one side, it'd need cleaning before being worn again and she wasn't yet sure how he'd get them done. A dose of perfume and other stuff then Miss Rohannson began the laborious task of dressing again. It took her longer, as first time she couldn't get the buttons done up. Surely these dresses were the same size? He said they'd all been made to measure for her. Then she realised this must be her punishment outfit and extra tightness of the corset was required! By the time she'd finished tugging at the strings Sophia Rohannson was ready to faint. This one was almost painfully tight, but the girl...like her first time wanted to prove herself to Ian. The waist belt was applied and this too was a punishment one. Almost as soon as the button in the back bit had touched her, it snapped around, the thing whipping itself out of her grasp. She squealed, then hoped he hadn't heard. Pausing for a moment but no sounds of him coming up to do anything and Sophia sighed in relief. The wrist cuffs were equally vicious once they'd seized hold. Even her slender arms bulged a bit from the padding but it was too late now. Once that belt had been applied she'd committed herself to the ordeal that lay ahead. The first bit of course being that staircase. Her 'normal' high heels were bad enough. Five-inch spiked monsters simply terrified the girl and it took a few breaths before Sophia began the descent. Almost crying in relief as she made it down, coming to the kitchen and waiting for Ian to acknowledge her presence. He turned, stared then smiled a little grimly she thought. Coming close and lifting her skirts to check the underwear was black all over. "Excellent, let's eat," he said, indicating for Sophia to be seated. As she was used to running both hands under her dresses before sitting, she paused. Then moved the chair back, sat right on the edge and slithered backwards. He smiled then watched as she tried to get the chair forward, hooking her feet either side and succeeding as it lurched close enough. Sneaky girl, he thought, next time he'd wait til she'd sat down, then chain Sophia's ankles together before she could try that again.