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My wife and I used to go out a lot. Weekends were filled with day trips to malls, farmers’ markets and antique shops. While we didn’t spend a lot, it was just enjoyable spending time together going places we’d never been and seeing new sights. That ended about a year ago when my wife was involved in an automobile accident. She injured her back and, at first, it looked like a full recovery was on the way. Unfortunately, the physical therapy stopped working and her condition worsened again leaving her unable to do most normal activities. She now spends a good bit of time in bed and is exhausted after even a few hours of activity. ...

story continued from part one Part 2 I took Lisa to a quiet little diner for lunch. Things were a little awkward, at first. But I could see the excitement in her eyes. I knew she probably had loads of questions for me but didn’t want to embarrass me by asking. I waited until our order was taken before giving her the opening to talk freely. “I’m sure you want to ask me about some things and I suppose you aren’t sure how to start. Why don’t you just ask the first thing that comes to mind?” ...

My phone rang one Saturday morning a couple of months ago. It was my brother, Sam, asking me to check on his daughter, Lisa, as he and his wife hadn’t heard from her in over a week. I told him I’d take ride over to her place and tell her to give him a call. I called her myself and got no answer so I hopped in my truck and headed out to the outskirts of town. ...

continued from part one Part Two The two women were efficient and professional in spite of the fact that I was naked and tied to the stair rail. Sandy went about cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes and laundry, while Jan vacuumed and dusted the living room. For the most part, I was ignored. There were occasional comments about how ridiculous the situation was and a few about how I looked all tied up but mostly they talked about normal things. Of course I was frustrated and embarrassed and I tried to get loose. Jan had secured my handcuffs to the railing and tied the final knots so that they were out of reach. My futile attempts to escape went unnoticed. They finally finished cleaning the upper level and came back to sit in the living room. ...

It was mid July and I had some vacation time to use, so I took a few days off. My wife and I both work at professional jobs and often have trouble scheduling our together, although we do manage a couple of weeks in the mountains or at the beach. This time my wife was out of town for a few days on business and I had the house to myself. ...

Kathie was a 23 year old blonde with a secret. As a teenager, she’d developed an interest in bondage. It was probably due to her father’s love of westerns and detective shows which usually had scenes of someone tied helplessly and held captive. She had no idea why these scenes interested her so much until curiosity got the best of her and she began experimenting with tying herself up. Her first attempts were awkward and easy to escape from. The only things she had to use were bathrobe sashes and a belt or two. But, by the time she’d entered college, she had collected various cords and ropes to use. Her ability to free herself easily was still frustrating to her. It wasn’t until a stroll off campus in her freshman year (when she found some handcuffs at a small sex boutique) that things changed. Now she could bind her ankles and cuff her hands to be helpless until the keys would free her. ...

(story continues from The Survey) Part Two I had no way of knowing how much time had passed, blindfolded as I was. It seemed like hours had gone by since I heard Ms Simms drive away. Suddenly, I heard a car pull into the drive. Was it her or my wife? Or, was it someone else? My imagination was driving me crazy! The door opened and someone walked in. At first there was no sound. I listened closely for a clue as to who had come in. finally, I heard a zipper open followed by a few clicks. Whoever was there had started taking pictures. The next thing I knew, the blindfold was removed and I saw Ms Simms standing in front of me with a digital camera. ...

“I’m sorry but I’m not interested in participating in your program any more. I’ve told you this several times and would like you to stop contacting me. Goodbye.” My wife hung up the phone and turned to me. “I can’t believe those people. I’ve told them four times in the past year that I don’t want to do their survey and they still keep trying”. She’d signed up to take part in a five year study about lifestyle changes in high school graduates. It was supposed to follow the participants through college and into their first job. Instead it had continued for over ten years and didn’t seem like it was going to end. She was contacted twice a year to schedule a visit for a two hour session in which they asked the same series of questions about family, career, hobbies and other more personal things. ...