„...Never take something as a fact.
In each period of your life, something may occur which will force you to re-direct your thoughts..."

I don't remember which one of my professors at university spoke this words. I certainly may admit today he was, or better IS right.

Let me explain you what happened just a few weeks ago.
I had a leave from hospital where I work. This was due to spend Christmas days with my parents. It was a joyful and festive.

The day after celebration, I asked for permission to use my mother's home office to empty my mailbox. As the Computer was connected, I thought I would try a few URL’s out my girlfriend Jill gave me.

Jill is a special kind of girl. I've met her just a few month back while visiting an erotic fair. She was a hostess for one of the Exposing company's, and lucky me, I got her to date and we are together since then. I told her once she had a figure to be a model, and laughing she answered me, she was already modeling...for kinky lingerie, and also that she had beta tested devices from a Bondage company named BEI. She appeased me, telling me she was only interested in the Bondage stuff, the harsher and more ruder ‘real’ BDSM wasn't something for her.

I had never before had an ‘active’ relation with Bondage. I don't know if it is MY *kick*. But to please her, I thought I would enlarge my horizon. To help me understanding, she gave me a whole letter paper full of URL’s, where the more ‘fun’ or ‘romantic’ side of Bondage was displayed.
But I trail off.

So I was at my mother's Computer and hooked on the Internet when I ventured through the Addresses she gave me. It happened at the last link (where it usually does). It was a Site called Realm of something, dealing with ‘romantic Damsels in distress’. As with the url's before, I'm a mature person and may view that site, so I entered.

Quite interesting. Pretty pics, no harm done. And the last pictures page was labeled „Georgeous Models from present and past".
With all that high-tech stuff you can buy today, my curiosity was picked to discover what they performed then, at the time the page labeled ‘past’.

I entered and saw the page was spliced along Model Names. Last in Row was a page dedicated to „Sandy D.". Don't ask me what triggered my interest for that special page. Perhaps because the site owner mentioned the fact „Sandy" had only made two pictured sessions and then had disappeared. Perhaps something else. I don't know..

But back to the page.
I entered the first of the „Sandy"-Pages. All the pictures where short displayed as thumbnails which, open clicking, displayed the ‘real’ full-scale pic in a new window.

Slowly I wandered through the pictures.
The first set displayed a young girl, I suppose twenty or twenty-two in what could pass as a student room back in the beginning of the seventy's.

What first struck me was the mid back long mane of curly hair, gleaming like fresh molten copper. Of course, I knew only at the last pics she was a redhead, most of the pictures being black and white. She was clad in a pale blue pullover with a high rolling collar and a deep blue plastic mini skirt, Her feet encased in knee-high red leather boots with wide heels.

A wide leather band was running around her forehead with a second, somewhat smaller, riding just over the middle of her hair. Between eyes and ears a small strap descended under her chin where it buckled, holding a wide wooden rod pinned between her clenched teeth, strapped there with another set of straps who linked to the jaw strap prior to buckling in the back. Two blinder like cut leather pads had been covering her eyes, strapped with a third set of leather, holding sponges I think, there.

White cotton ropes encased her.
Her hands had been tied crossed behind her back. Two strands went around the shoulders, then a little lower, just over her Breasts then just under her Chest. Finally around her waist. Another rope squeezed the chest ropes between arms and torso, going up around her throat, her neck, then in front again to the other side, squeezing also the chest ropes there. Apparently she wasn't wearing a bra under her pullover for the erect nipples pocked the clothes.

The legs had been bound at the highest point of the thighs. This could be seen as the skirt had been ‘drapped’ or ‘punched in’, giving a ‘visual’ where her crotch could be, without displaying something.

Three times did the cord circle the thighs, above the knees, below the knees and at the ankles. Also, was it the same coil or another, I don't know, a cinch had been made between knee ropes, then descended between the boots to her ankles where they circled around prior to split to either side of the boots, trapping the heels with two turns together.

The series, about twenty pictures, displayed her from every viewing angle, back, front, side, even some shots from a lower level. Upon viewing those pictures, I feeled something familiar and odd with this pictures but didn't know what.

The second page did held the mentioned second session. There were only a dozen or so pictures there, but almost all full color, or what they named color then. The same girl, but this time outdoors. The sun was shining and the location was some wood.

This time she was clad in clothes which I would describe as remainders from the flower power era. A long scarf, blue, held her mane out of her face. She wore a red, almost transparent material, blouse with wide sleeves and a black and white patchwork suede miniskirt which closed with press studs in front. Her feet where in boots? Sandals? Those shoes with long lacing leather bands who crisscross the calves upon fastening under the knees.

Her elbows had been tied together in her back with hemp rope, but her forearms had been split, sticking out either side of her, being held to a pole which was fastened to her elbow cinch.

The torso had been webbed in strands going up and down, left and right, leaving no space. A tether around her throat hanging just down. Her legs had been parted, first hobbled with an almost three feet long rope, then a branch had been cinched acting as a spreader bar. Finally two long ropes, knotted to trees either side of her, did encase the ankles. Yes, right, ..resistance is futile.

I must admit that the pictures where kind of interesting, even if I didn't see much of her face, A wide scarf blindfolding her, and a second one, with a big knot in the middle, stuffed in her mouth.

I couldn't help. I guess I looked a long time on those pictures, my mind computing every face I knew with that of the bound girl on the screen. It jumped in my head, but I couldn't touch it. The bridge of the nose, the corners of her mouth if smiling even gagged. But it wasn't a revelation until I saw the last of the pics. The one where the girls face was bare of coverings.

MOM

God. The hair was shorter now, the face older. A few gray strays in the once copper mane but definitely that was my mother there.

I don't know how many time I did sit struck on the chair. When I finally realized someone's hand on my shoulder I jerked out of the chair, nearly hitting it on the floor.

Turning my head sharply around, I looked in the face of my mother.

Her look was pleading but steady.