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(story continues from Ballet Bound) Part Two Page�s preparations began the nite before “our trip” with a series of injections, as I lay perfectly stretched on her evil black leather bondage table. Moaning through the swatches of cheap grey duct tape covering the bottom of my face as a series of super sharp needles were slowly inserted and withdrawn from my left hip, the black tights then rolled snugly back up my waist. On my stomach, limbs anchored by white clothesline rope to each corner of the table, a rather simple bondage arrangement . This was the first time for the needle. ...

The van rolled slowly to a stop. I felt light-headed, seemingly not enough air. Excitement mingled with fear as I tried to move in my exquisite prison, a soundproof rectangular wooden chamber underneath the solidly built in seats of the dining area in the rear of the conversion van. Measuring twelve inches high, twenty inches wide and seventy-two inches long, it was a perfect fit. Tightly bound and heavily gagged, lying on my back, the top of my head and the bottom of my feet pressed against the ends, shoulders snug against the sides. On the outside panel, decorative gold vents at either end provided air, augmented by a small electric fan flush mounted to the right of my head. To anyone, it was a typical vacation vehicle, one of the many on the busy interstate. I tried to squirm but to no avail. Sealed perfectly in this coffin- like arrangement, an invisible captive. ...